The first line of this song was once "On February 1st, my ceiling collapsed." (True fact.) I was planning to wrap up February Album Writing Month 2022 with a song summarizing all the hardships it took to make this album.
Then literally the line "I'm a space babe, beech, don't give a fuck about a hull breach" sprang full formed into my mind and now it's a hot jam about being a sexy space babe having sexy space sex. Way better ending.
Dedicated to Kelli, a true space babe.
[chorus x 2]
I’m a space babe, beech.
Don’t give a fuck about a hull breach.
Green skin so silky soft.
Count 3, 2, 1, then I’m blastin’ off.
Greetings, I see you don't know how to react
To a creature this stacked, but this ain't my first contact.
Imzadi, I don't wanna be a downer
But you gotta loosen up if you want a close encounter.
Don't panic, hitchhiker, I'll suck your thumb
Cuz you gotta know in peace ain't the only way to come.
I think you're pon farring, here's what we should do:
Get that uniform off, let me beam down on you.
[chorus x 2]
Mmm, the force is strong with this one.
Holy shazbot, who knew Earthlings were this fun?
You snatch a body like my predator ex-
Oh, honey, I never facehug after sex.
You should phone home if you're gonna need a ride.
Sad to say my ship ain't bigger on the inside.
Gotta blast, hittin' up the spice dispensary,
And sorry if I don't text, an angel has no memory.
[chorus x 3]
@kaminokai Feb 2022
Awesome open! Killer references!