[Verse 1]
I turned Stranger into Starman
In the Sunday New York Times
Like Anne Sexton with her star rats
Working backwards till it rhymes

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

[Verse 2]
With a pencil and eraser I've rewritten all your crimes
I turned Stranger into Starman
In the Sunday New York Times