It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The tv light fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can, I know I'm just another fan,
But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent manwoman..
And I can't wait any more for her to discover me,
I got it bad for Gillian Anderson,
Gillian Anderson, why won't you love me?
My friends all tell me, "Girl you know it's just a show,"
but deep within her eyes I see me wrapped up like a bow,
Watching the sky for a sign, the FBI's on my mind,
I'm waiting for the day when my lucky stars align
In the form of Gillian Anderson, floating above me,
in the alien light of the spaceship of love, oh,
Gillian Anderson, hovering above me,
American Heathcliff, brooding and comely,
Gillian Anderson, why won't you love me?
So smooth and so smart, she's abducted my heart,
and I'm falling apart from the looks I've received from those eyes I can't leave
I can't believe, well you can say I'm naive,
but she told me to believe...... Ooooooooo....
My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight,
Gonna put an end to my daydream days and sleepless nights,
Sitting like a mindless clone, wishing she would tap my phone,
Just to hear the breath of the woman, the myth, the monotone...
And I would say:
Gillian Anderson, I want you to love me,
to kiss and to hug me, debrief and debug me,
Gillian Anderson, I know you could love me,
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly,
I'm gonna kill David Duchovny!
Gillian Anderson, why won't you love me?
Yeah.......
I'll be waiting... In Nevada
(Gillian Anderson=Scully, David Duchovny=mulder)