And anyway,
She floated from bar to bar
And everywhere, I saw her.
But she didn't understand
The language that I spoke
And though I know
She could have been the one,
She floated through me
At around 2am and twelve pints gone.
She's the alien from planet earth.
Make it wrong, make it right, make it wrong.
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