Rebecca Mayes Ufo
How, how many times have I woken up from a car crash
Without knowing who I am
How, how many times have I lost something so precious
That nothing makes sense again
Tell me life’s not like this, one short icy, nightmare
ghost kiss
Me and my therapist clutching at straws
I don’t think you got me right
No I don’t think you’ve got my type
In your computer program
I don’t think you understand
What it means to play me man
There’s no program that can read my soul
Don’t you know
How, how many times have I got lost in the darkness
With nothing but a flashlight
How, how many times have I run screaming from monsters
That I just couldn’t fight
Tell me life’s not like this, in the clutches of a
ghoul’s fist
In love with my therapist I’m clutching at straws
I don’t think you got me right
No I don’t think you’ve got my type
In your computer program
I don’t think you understand
What it means to play me man
There’s no program that can read my soul
Don’t you know
Oh won’t you get me a UFO outta here
