Space - Female Of The Species

I normally try and post the Artist's official video of the song. The video on this one is fairly goofy. In the Artist's defense, it's quite possible they had little control over the video and were just doing as told by the label. That dynamic was common at the time. Anyway, a good tune that got me through many flights in the late 90s.

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