The Intergalactic Version

Let my love spill all around you

Hide your hair inside your hat

I bought you too many dreams for your birthday baby

I really can't say it any better than that

And you can't expect to get no attention

Without causing a capricious stir

The world as such is depressing me baby

But I like being around you much better than her

And we sing of love

And we sing of love

It's the intergalactic version

It's the intergalactic version

It's the intergalactic version

Of an American love song

And we always find it funny

To listen to them getting all the words so wrong

This is a version so hard to sing

It's just more baggage for your heart to bring

Dress it up with whistles and bells that ring

But it don't make this song any easier to sing

We write the same song over and over again

We write the same song over and over again

We write the same song over and over again

We write the same song over and over again