There's a voice I hear that electrifies me
Across the sea, on West Philippe ways
Sees through my brain and paralyzes
And makes my bowels and music blaze
Oh, Nina Oh,
Nina
I sit through magazines,
four words about her Horses on the wall,
she searches around
me She looks so pretty, she looks so gorgeous
She glares right at me and smiles backwards Oh,
Nina
I want to
be like you I
want to
be like you
I want to
be like you
Every night I turn my stereo on Hold my breath,
turn it to sing along
Hear a voice slicing into my head A
picture stares as I think of her in my bed
Oh, Nina
I want to
be like you I want to be like you I want to
be like you
Oh,
Nina
Oh,
Nina
Oh, Nina
Oh, Nina
Oh, Nina
Oh, Nina
I want to be like you
Oh, Nina