First time I saw your face
I knew the languages I knew
would never do for one like you: would they Baby?
Once a boy fell from a star
and he changed to who you are.
You didn't know I knew it: did you Baby?
I went home and wrote a book
about the way you look,
or the way I see you.
I went home to dream a dream
about the way you seem,
though I don't know you.
Once a boy fell from the sun
and he changed into someone
who I remember.
He was something like yourself.
He got left upon the shelf
cause no one dared.
First time I saw your face
I knew the languages I knew
would never do for one like you.
Baby Baby what do you say?
Do you think that there's a way
for me to know you?

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