Born in a ufo... born in a ufo.

I pulled into the glade and watched the saucer land

She glided through the mist in an a-line skirt

Booting her shoes like hooves in the dirt

Her clutch back reflected the sun and steel

The 50s movie, the women squealed

There's no direction home, she pleads

She cornered me against the trees

I was home I thought, all life could start.

She was not like the other girls, 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 crashed, geometric face

Electric skin plastic and lace

Silver hair trapezoid flares

I was so in love with her lavender vest.

She was not like the other girls, born under a stone

We were born with a single voice

She was born in a ufo... born in a ufo... like outer space.

She was not like the other girls, born under a stone

We were born with a single voice

She was born in a ufo... born in a ufo.

Born in a ufo

She was born in a ufo

Born in a ufo

She was born in a ufo.