U.F.O.

Look those kids there
Laying down on the beach
Why are they looking
for us?
Here in this spaceship
Whith Marte as neighboor
We can´t stay here
anymore


Hey, little demon
Do you see what I see?
Why did that light move
so slow?
Maybe it was a shooting star
or even a satelite
But I´m afraid it was
a U.F.O.

Please Mr. Alien
You can abduse me
But don´t make me pregnant
so soon

It was a pleasure
Dear human
But your son´s already born
on the moon