I come to the glade and watch the saucer land She glided through the mist in an a-line skirt Booted her shoes like hooves in the dirt Her clutch bag reflected the sun and steel The 50s movie, so many squealed There’s no direction home she pleads She cornered me against the trees I was home I thought, my life could start
She was not like the other girls I was born under a stone We were born with a single voice She was born in a UFO Born in a UFO
My friends sit around at the end of town With their heads in their hands in the cool twilight air I can see by their eyes that they’re bitching sore I’d rather be dead than fool around here anymore She was all courage, geometric face Electric skin, plastic and lace Silver hair, trapezoid flanks I was so in love with her lavender vest
She was not like the other girls I was born under a stone We were born with a single voice She was born in a UFO Like outer space
Born in a UFO She was born in a UFO Born in a UFO She was born in a UFO