LYRIC
I gave her my brain
Said "I prefer head, boy"
Could you say that again?
Baby, I'm always [Chorus] Flirtin' in space
Flirtin' in space
Take me out of the game [Verse 2] She bit on her lip as
I told her my pain
"Are you talkin' 'bout bread, boy?"
And we laughed on the rain
Baby, I'm always [Chorus] Flirtin' in space
Flirtin' in space
Take me out of the game
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