You told me you were born a human race. What that is or what that means I could not say. But it’s high time that you had an interglobal exchange. If you want to see alternative, I can show you some-thing really strange.
If I tried to pick you up, you’d just put me down, something about my helmet and my long purple gown. But how can I convince you to say goodbye to that Biff so that you can fly away with some spaceman stiff?
You’re daddy’s little earthling and I don’t think I stand a chance against all those earth-ling boys and those crazy kinds of earthling romance. Wanted to lift you out of your dissolv-ing world, but now I’m flying off without you, I’ll see you, clueless earthling girl.
You told me you don’t want to lose your daddy’s grace, and you got a boyfriend who won’t let you go to outer space. Though it seems to me there really shouldn’t be a choice, I guess I don’t understand the allure of certain earthling boys.