(Claude-Michel Schonberg/Alain Boubil/Herbert Kretzmer). . There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables.
Your dreams of love would come true. If you'd only dream that I'm in love with you. . Look up at the stars tonight. And guess which one I wished upon.
8x (boom boom). It's like I roll up in the club on a friday. Got my girls fuel-ed up and on the runway. Looking hot,gel-ed up like. Do Get up get up we all here to go crazy.
You should see the stars tonight. How they shimmer shine so bright. Against the black they look so white. Coming down from such a height. To reach me now, you reach me now.