What’s the point in being nervous?
What’s the point in being scared?
If we don’t do what may hurt us
How do we know we ever cared?
She likes him, he likes her
Both afraid they won’t concur
Nothing happens, nothing’s done
And both live life with out much fun
But what if he asks her out
And she responds with a joyous shout,
“Yes! Yes with all my heart”
Just as the aliens tear them apart
Then the aliens take him away
To make him be their loveless slave
On him they perform acts unknown
While back on Earth she cries alone
So what’s the point in being brave?
What’s the point in being bold?
I never wanted to be an alien slave
I just wanted someone to hold