Mister Man of the Stars

Braided in his Charlotte's web

I'm lost for him, too true

I've got a thing for kiwi eyes

And chub-hub cheeks

Touching two moons

Where's my weathervane?

And am I a plastic skin?

Feel my purple pulse

For I'm dead and gone

Me and the cows

Swept off by his UFO

He's got some blue hearts

And a rocket-ship laugh

Meteoring me to the core

He spells out my galaxy

My connect-the-dot

Mister man of the stars