Outta Space from Outta Space by Andrew Bockus

Baby if you
Weighed my love in pounds
You’d be soon
Collapsing to the ground
Just as sure as
Jupiter‘s gravity
You’d never get away
You’d never get away
You’d never get away

Oh oh
Ohhhh-o-ah-woah

Baby If you
Count my love in days
Pick a proper
Planet to rotate
Venus has but one
While you and me have
Two hundred forty three
Two hundred forty three
Two hundred forty three

Oh oh
Ohhhhh-o-ah-woah
Oh oh
Ohhhhh-o-ah-woah

Baby if you
Scooped my love in spoons
There’d be silver stacked up
To the moon
Baby if our love filled up this place
We’d be outta space
We’d be outta space
We’d be outta space

Try to
Buy my
Love in pearls
Too few
Oysters
In this world

Oh oh
Ohhhhh

Baby if our love filled up this place
We’d be outta space
We’d be outta space
We’d be outta space

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