I don't think the swamp gas was really that thick.
That light in the sky moved a little bit quick;
First it was here and then there and then gone.
I heard that we had some strange marks on the lawn.
Your phone just kept ringing; you left, I supposed.
The film in your camera over-exposed.
Your smile come morning was slightly askew;
I think you had aliens messing with you.
They're small and they're big-eyed and wrongly maligned;
their only intent is to help humankind.
They never release any testable facts.
They like to perform some strange ****** acts.
It's standard procedure for you to disrobe
and then they do something they call the space probe.
You always recover from things that they do;
I'd sure like to get me an alien, too,
but I think they closed shop and they locked the front door.
The aliens don't seem to come anymore.