Rockets - Bitch Alert

I fly to the star and pick you up with me

I fly to star and pick you up

I want many rockets many rockets I want

To blow up your mind to blow your mind

Soleil — and they all want you down

Soleil — and they all want you down

To the light

I fly to the star and pick you up with me

After your sunny trips I’ll pick you up

I want many rockets many rockets I want

To blow up your mind to blow your mind, your mind