Can you hear a funny voice that seems to suffer deep
We might as well just talk in our sleep
When we move we seem to cling it seems to bring us down
Its written in the stars below our frowns
We don't even have to laugh about it
And you don't even have to touch me but take
One small piece of advice
Burn it up, burn it up
Take two strong alibis
Burn it up. burn it up
We don't even have to laugh about it
And you don't even have to touch me but if
We resist what does not fit
We'll end up just like clowns
Its written in the stars below our frowns
So take one small piece of advice
Burn it up, burn it up
Take two strong alibis
Burn it up. burn it up
And keep on burning it up
Keep on burning it up
Keep on burning it up
Keep on burning it up