Girl from the Sun
Robert Pollard
Girl from the sun
The color of red
She melted my gun
She melted my head
She's got me talking to myself
I sit in restaurants and talk to myself
She's the girl from the sun
And she sings like a parrot, I'm a very nice fellow
She's right for me
And at the full-colored kingdom of trickery and chaos
I like her tremendously
And at the turncoat's objections, it appeared without directions
I'll fight for the free
And people who live in glass houses should get stoned
Like the girl from the sun and me