September
Sunday 16 March 2008 photo 1/2
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I'm sick of being alone When are you coming home? Just a glimpse of your face I can remember smelling your hair I'll meet you anywhere Somewhere that no one can retrace Somewhere where nobody will know our faces She has two arms to hold me And four legs to wrap around me She's not your typical girlfriend She's my alien She knows when something is wrong When something doesn't belong She could read in my mind And she can be assured that with me There is no conspiracy She's not wasting her time She could take me to the place that she calls home In a spaceship that will someday be my own Please take me to your leader Tell her I will surrender She has two arms to hold me And four legs to wrap around me She's not your typical girlfriend She's my alien She has two arms to hold me And four legs to wrap around me She's not your typical girlfriend (x2) I bought the astronaut's kit Now all I need's a rocket My love, intergallactic friend My alien
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