Space Songtext
von Prince
Space Songtext
T-minus sixty seconds and counting
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Space
I never been one to hide my feelings
Baby, you blow my mind
I painted your face upon my ceiling
I stare at it all the time
I imagine myself inside your bedroom
Oh, I imagine myself in your sky
(You) you are the reason there′s bass in my boom
(Oh, you) you are the reason I'm high
If you and I were just ten feet closer
Then I′d make you understand
That everything I wanna do to your body, baby
I would do to your hand
Then you'd be hip to the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get to the space
The space
The space
The space
Don't you want to go? (The space)
Where the souls go (The space)
Where the tears flow (The space)
Where the love grows
Do you want to go?
I never been one for this thing obsession
But just keep your eye on my hips
The circles they may be my confession
Just say the word and I′ll strip
I′ve had dreams of us cuddling on the planet Mars
Then when I wake up, I'm all covered in sex
With eyes that fall somewhere between rubies and stars
Don′t look at me, baby, or I'll flex
If you and I were just ten feet closer
Then I′d make you understand
That everything I wanna do to your body, baby
I would do to your hand
Then you'd be hip to the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get to the space
(The space) Go
(The space) Flow
(The space) Grow
Don′t you want to go? (the space)
Where the souls go (the space)
Where the tears flow (the space)
Where the love grows
Do you want to go?
T-minus sixty seconds and counting
Arm light on
Switching command to internal
Switching command to internal
Missile, internal
Affirmative
Ready
Check
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Affirmative
The space, the space, the space, the space
The space, the space, the space, the space
Closer we get to the space
The space, the space, the space, the space
Arm light on
Switching command to internal
Switching command to internal
Missile, internal
Affirmative
Ready
Check
Affirmative
Affirmative
Space
I never been one to hide my feelings
Baby, you blow my mind
I painted your face upon my ceiling
I stare at it all the time
I imagine myself inside your bedroom
Oh, I imagine myself in your sky
(You) you are the reason there′s bass in my boom
(Oh, you) you are the reason I'm high
If you and I were just ten feet closer
Then I′d make you understand
That everything I wanna do to your body, baby
I would do to your hand
Then you'd be hip to the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get to the space
The space
The space
The space
Don't you want to go? (The space)
Where the souls go (The space)
Where the tears flow (The space)
Where the love grows
Do you want to go?
I never been one for this thing obsession
But just keep your eye on my hips
The circles they may be my confession
Just say the word and I′ll strip
I′ve had dreams of us cuddling on the planet Mars
Then when I wake up, I'm all covered in sex
With eyes that fall somewhere between rubies and stars
Don′t look at me, baby, or I'll flex
If you and I were just ten feet closer
Then I′d make you understand
That everything I wanna do to your body, baby
I would do to your hand
Then you'd be hip to the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get to the space
(The space) Go
(The space) Flow
(The space) Grow
Don′t you want to go? (the space)
Where the souls go (the space)
Where the tears flow (the space)
Where the love grows
Do you want to go?
T-minus sixty seconds and counting
Arm light on
Switching command to internal
Switching command to internal
Missile, internal
Affirmative
Ready
Check
Check
Affirmative
The space, the space, the space, the space
The space, the space, the space, the space
Closer we get to the space
The space, the space, the space, the space
Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
