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(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens) This is the time, now gimme that beat Feel how the rhythm grips your feet Kitty baby, take my hand She's like a devil, heaven sent I'm in her arms and she's in mine Maybe we make the film on time Sitting in the 15th row Oh baby, baby, I love you so We are the jet set society We are the jet set and that means liberty, liberty The jet set society We are the jet set set, we are the jet set set Society We're on the run, we know where to go We got the tickets for the midnight show These nights are burning out so fast Hop on the beam, you won't be last The Russians seem to be that way We love them like we love D. Kaye We need no money, we get it for free We are the high-high-high society We are the jet set, hop on the beam Shine on, society, shine on, liberty Shine on, luxury, shine on, society SongtexteStreets are full of love and fear This could be the final year Enrico's dead but still okay We dance the streets, feeling well If she's a liar, I'm her lover If she's a priestess, I'm her cover If she's a lady, I'm her man If she's a man, I'll do what I can Let's go to the moon, let's go to the moon Dig that kind of liberty and let's go to the moon.. Come and join the institution Aus Songtexte Mania