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[the spirit of this was written after hearing KISS', "I was made for loving you"]

I keep hearing that aliens
Have thought-interfacing technology
And if I put forth the intention
This beacon will bring them to me
I'll also make the assumption
Societies universally have the same roots
As hyper-sexualized as James Bond
Females in shinny, skin-tight suits

Dispatching to my location
Nine planets, starting with Mercury
Coming in at hyper warp
Straight to planet number three
To the North-American continent
Just north of the Pan Handle
Then left of the Appalachians
An Earth stud waiting to dazzle

Wearing the Clint Eastwood getup
That I wore last Halloween
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
Making my female coworkers crazy
I'm now projecting this image
My head cocked, cigar blazing
Eyes locked on this seduction
Not even a hint that I'm playing

Perhaps a hotty with green skin
Or maybe as blue as Avatar
What female could resist
Clint Eastwood and his cigar?
I was made for loving you
You were made for loving me
I can't get enough of you
Can you get enough of me?

My eyes are penetrating her
As I'm moving into her space
She's about to get an Earth education
From a very primitive race
Now both of us are poised
Like animals preparing to avail
But there is one thought in my head
God, I hope she's female


[I'm in a record state of sillyness tonight. oh boy yoi yoiiiiiii]

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