yellow lasers

she's got little yellow lasers
coming out of her head
i'd rather be dead
than face her cold unearthly stare

i met her in a hotel bar
i was parking her car
she said that I looked kind of cute
in my bright yellow suit

i was mesmerized
by the fluorescent glow in her eyes
she handed me her credit card key
and said "room thirty-three"

she's got little yellow lasers
coming out of her head
i'd rather be dead
but I'm drawn into her captive stare

i stepped into the room
and was engulfed by the gloom
i said "hey, is anyone here?"
and then she appeared

she was wearing a robe
her head was spinning just like a strobe...light.
i knew that I could never resist
and then we kissed

insert bad guitar solo

i've never been with a girl who had a laser
i tried some things but nothing seemed to phase her
so I just enjoyed the many ways her
body sang to me
in perfect harmony

she's got little yellow lasers
coming out of her head
i'd rather be dead
than to never see her face again

end.

yellow lasers ©2001 by frank caravella