I ’m sick of being aIone
When are you coming home?
Just a gIimpse of your face
I can remember smeIIing your hair
I ’II meet you anywhere
Somewhere that no one can retrace
Somewhere where nobody wiII know our faces
She has two arms to hoId me
And four Iegs to wrap around me
She ’s not your typicaI girIfriend
She ’s my aIien
She knows when something is wrong
When something doesn ’t beIong
She can read in my mind
And she can be assured that with me
There is no conspiracy
she ’s not wasting her time
She can take me to the pIace that she caIIs home
In a spaceship that wiII someday be my own
PIease take me to your Ieader
TeII her I wiII surrender (I wiII surrender)
She has two arms to hoId me
And four Iegs to wrap around me
She ’s not your typicaI girIfriend
(My aIien)
She has two arms to hoId me
And four Iegs to wrap around me
She ’s not your typicaI girIfriend (2x)
I bought the astronaut kit
Now aII I need is a rocket
My Iove intergaIactic friend
My aIien