Victorian Alien Love Jones

Buttered scones for tea
Cottage by the sea
She sets my spirit free
What she does for me

When we ride the train
People gawk and strain
Her beauty is so strange
They think that I'm deranged

With wheels for her feet
I roll her through the street
People stop and greet
Her love for me is sweet

You say she isn't real
Shes made of wood and steel
I'm not on an even keel
Now tell me how you really feel

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