“yeah, i'm a rocket ship on my way to mars
on a collision course
i am a satellite i'm out of control
i am a sex machine ready to reload
like an atom bomb about to
oh oh oh oh oh explode

i'm burnin' through the sky yeah
two hundred degrees
that's why they call me mister fahrenheit
i'm trav'ling at the speed of light
i wanna make a supersonic woman of you”