[Chorus]. Stars above us. Cars below us. Out on the rooftop baby. Stars above us. Cars below us. Nothing can touch us baby. . Just had to get out of there.
I have news, good news from Notting Hill. The consignment of white gold has arrived for Mr. Anderson. . In the rain, in the fall. In the mud, in the hall.
'Cause I've been sitting back, no chance of falling, hoping that nothing ever blows (no, no). Boy, did you ever think that loving would be nothing more than walking me home? (no, no).
I've got to heat it up. Doctor, got to heat it up. I've got till 3 o'clock. I've got to rock until you drop. . Till you drop, something, ahh. . Something kinda, ooooh.
I've got to heat it up. Doctor, got to heat it up. I've got till 3 o'clock. I've got to rock until you drop. . Till you drop, something, ahh. . Something kinda, ooooh.
Baby, baby, won't you give me a chance. I know you're watching and I just can't dance. Well honey, honey, won't you give me a clue. I'm tired of hanging by the DJ box pretending that I'm cool.
Is this satellite?. . I am revolving around Your sun. Sending a message to everyone. Wanna be Your signal. Wanna be Your sound. Can You feel it now?. .