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Blondie lyrics : "Rapture (Teddy Riley Remix)"

[Spoken]
And now, here is The Voice
Toe to toe

Dancing very close
Body breathing
Almost comatose


Wall to wall
People hypnotized

And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture


Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spinless movement

And a wild attack

Face to face

Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture


[Spoken]
The world is very different now, for man holds in his mortal hand

the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high

DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far

And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars

And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars

You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe

Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall

He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer

Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said don't stop, do punk rock


[Spoken]
We observe today not a victory of party, party, party, party, party,

(you bet) party, (you bet) party, (you bet)!
Party, party, (you bet) party, party, (you bet) party, party, party, party,
party

And now, here is The Voice!

Well now you see what you wanna be

Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space

Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!


Ooh, ooh oh!
Ooh, ooh oh!

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