Dont stare, I'm not there, Stop looking like that, or I'll come round your flat, with my alien ways, and your arian gaze, we could make the limelight saty for days, if I wasnt invisible. If wasn't a total alien and not even material in form, just something more than a gaslike azure, thinking - pure -thoughts, we could check into a posh hotel and quaranteam, while the government pays, we'd have alien sex for days before The Sun got our pictures - well yours, not mine. i don't exist in the way you understand it, but, y' know what - you're lovely'