They married young, she became a widow
And for all of her Bingo friends, ditto
She succumbed to ordinary jive
And was miserableTired of waiting for her ship and captain
Too afraid that the prior would happen
Fell in love with an ordinary guy
Who was dressed in dragYour love's better than aliens, tonight
Your love's better than aliens, tonight
Your love's better than anything that I like a lotHow can you bury your head so deep in the bed?
(And pillowcase)
Girl, there's no oxygen
Shortly after, the waves came crashing inShe moved on to find bigger fish to swim with
In the lonely, lonely November night
She was abducted on sight
Based on her principlesYour love's better than aliens, tonight
Your love's better than aliens, tonight
Your love's better than everything that I like
Songwriters
Mahaffey Matthew DonPublished by
SPONGEBATH MUSIC LLC