Interstellar lovely, with the plaited halo down your back
You make me kinda crazy, you beat my flaxen heart to black
With the way your bow lips move to make a spinning retort
Colliding with my asteroids, tonight’s forecast screams abort
Interstellar lovely, won’t you give this girl another chance?
I may not be too pretty, but I’ve still got a fighting stance
Crooked glasses and stray sweater sleeve driving me insane
But she’ll shoot past the stratosphere before I could say her name.