VERSE I
Safety pins, and some glitter in your hair
X-Files poster hanging on your door
VERSE II
Like to wave, and let the wind blow through your hair
And when i see you it just makes me want you more
CHORUS:
Mulder and Scully, it's what she likes, how will I know she likes me? They say it's easier than it seems. And every mornign, I sit around and wonder if it can be, but does she know that she's my gypsy queen?
VERSE III
Deep brown eyes, and those curls in your hair
They just make me turn my head and stare
[Tabitha note: verse four was a perpetual work in progress.]
CHORUS
"Me fale inglish? That's unposibel!" -Ralph Wiggum