She talking about the Earth,

First sounds a little weird.

As the vinyl plays Billie's worth,

My heart is getting smeared.

I set her imagination forth,

With a flick of the tongue.

And by weirdly holding her hand thenceforth,

I remind her who she belong.

She is a little weird

And so are we.

And just like Jupiter's beard,

We be long and we wharf free.