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CBorn in a BbUFOAm G She was bCorn in a BbUFOAm G
AmI come to the glade and watch tChe saucer land AmShe glided through the mist in Can a-line skirt Booted her shoes like hooves in the dirt AmHer clutch bag reflected the suCn and steel EmThe 50's movie, so Cmany squealed EmThere's no directioCn home she pleads EmShe cornered me agaCinst the trees EmI was home I thoughCt, my life could start
She was (Fnot like the Gother girls) (I was) bG#orn under a Gstone (We were) Fborn with a Gsingle voice She was G#born in a UFGO Born in a UFGO G# G Bb G# G G# G Bb G# G
AmMy friends sit around at the Cend of town AmWith their heads in their handsC in the cool twilight air AmI can see by their eyes that thCey're bitching sore AmI'd rather be dead than fool arCound here anymore EmShe was all courage, geCometric face EmElectric skin, plasCtic and lace EmSilver hair, trapezCoid flanks EmI was so in love wiCth her lavender vest
She was (Fnot like the Gother girls) (I was) bG#orn under a Gstone (We were) Fborn with a Gsingle voice She was G#born in a UFGO G G# G Bb G# G G# G Bb G#
CBorn in a BbUFOAm G She was bCorn in a BbUFOAm G CBorn in a BbUFOAm G She was bCorn in a BbUFO C