Staring at you from outer space.
Searching for your amazing grace.
Sending me to hyperspace.
You’re such a pleasant view,
from where I stand.
Shining bright as a solar flare.
I lower my shields to make it fair.
But your kisses hit me like
a cosmic blast.
Hoping we can
make it last.
Listening to your gentle voice.
Forcing me to make a choice.
Knowing you will be filled with joy.
When I say,
Scotty beam me down.
Calling you my space girl.
You ask me why I call you that.
I look at you and say,
“Because you’re out of this world.”