Woorden: Simple Plan. No Helmets No Pads...Just Balls. My Alien.

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, my alien

She knows when something is wrong
When something doesn't belong, 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 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, 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, my alien
My alien, my alien, my alien

She has two arms to hold me
And four legs to wrap around me
She's not your typical girlfriend

She has two arms to hold me
And four legs to wrap around me
She's not your typical girlfriend

I bought the Astronauts kit
And now all I need's a rocket
My love, Inter-gallactic friend
My alien