Walking down a sunny street to the library   Checking out the latest books about outer space   Going to the fruit stand to buy a dozen oranges   She and the books and the oranges go back to her place      She tells the same old story to everyone that she knows   She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs      Sometimes I see her sitting on the rooftop   Perched in a lawnchair, staring into the sky   I know somewhere in some faraway galaxy   That some gray men with telescopes are gazing right into her eyes      She's telling the same old story to everyone that she knows   She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs, one time   She's telling the same old story to everyone that she knows   She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs      Her life revolves around all of the planets   And she is constantly aware of all the changes that occur   I'm going to turn into a lens and focus all my attention   On finding a new planet and naming it right after her      She's telling that same old story to everyone that she knows   She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs   She's telling that same old story to everyone that she knows   She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs