Date, on a date
I think I might be out of luck again
Great, she seems great
Are we the same species? Kinda vague

'Fraid, 'fraid I'm late
Because she's so beyond the meagre frame
Humanity is not part of her frame
I think a little time warp came her way

Smoothest, near-rubber skin, twelve fingers in all
Still wanna date her, I bet she'll say no
I'm kinda slumpin' 'cause I don't have four
Legs, I hate it, now my heart is sore

Tail, love her tail
But I doubt she likes my lack of same
Hate, hate today
Cause I'm enraptured by her three-eyed face
No beer, spirits or wine, she's real, that's great
But I'm not on her level and that's lame

Her ears are more like fins, antennae, count four
I don't know what made her, doubt I'll get to know, oh
If I say nothin', I won't know for sure, screw it
Risk, I'll take it after some good port, oh-oh-ho