Crawling from the wreckage walking through the wasteland searching for a sign of life another lonely spaceman
Jet pack of my back helmet on my head laser in my shoulder holster then somebody said
Do not move, do not run do not reach for your ray gun turn and face the queen of outer space
She was tall She was green She was penthouse magazine
Pure and chaste the queen of outer space
she led me to titania she took me to her chamber she said i was now a guest and i was out of danger
knee boots on her legs hands upone her hips sweet nothings flowing from those lucious lips
Do not move, do not run do not reach for your ray gun turn and face the queen of outer space
She was sleek she was blessed she had three enormous breast
in my face the queen of outer space
Do not move, do not run do not reach for your ray gun turn and face the queen of outer space
lead me on through your door where no man has gone before... to take my place with the queen of outer spaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
