Walking in the rain coming up to your street had   been inside my brain. I thought maybe we'd meet   I'd be passing by you would see me walking   I would catch your eye that would start us talking...      Oh something's wrong here we're not friends.      I made up a plan, the next time that we met   I would see you and say to you what planet   are you from dear girl tell me now 'cus it seems   you're out of this world. You're the girl of my dreams      Oh something's wrong here we're not friends.