Wish

When that Martian girl
comes around hunting for
men in her black
leather cat suit,
you better lock up your uncles
'cause you know
somebody's gonna get
a little too juiced
and jump in her
saucer looking for
snacks

Here they come like cattle
with tickets in their hands;
showing that dominatrix smirk,
she drops a pocket guide to
sex positions in zero gravity,
and you know
you wouldn't wish some
of that on anybody