AIMEE MANN - Stranger into Starman lyrics

rate me

I turned Stranger into Starman

in the Sunday New York Times

Like Anne Sexton with her star rats

working backwards till it rhymes

For the love of God you can't tell me again

For the love of God you can't tell me again

With a pencil and eraser I've rewritten all your crimes

I turned Stranger into Starman

in the Sunday New York Times