Roxette. The First Girl On The Moon. Zeneszám

She was the first girl on the moon.
She didn't compromise,
when she took off that cold afternoon,
heading for the northern skies.

I told her I could come,
that I could come along.

She was the first girl on the moon,
I think I was her only friend.
She brought her raygun, an old harpoon,
just in case of accidents.

I told her I could come,
that I could come along.
But she didn't let me come along.
Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye.

She was the first girl on the moon,
standing tall, flag in hand.
She looked around humming a tune,
the strangest song known to man.

I told her I could come, that I could come along.
But she never let me come along.
Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye.