3.13. Eric D.Snider – The Scully Song (1,46 Ìá)

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There's a woman I'm in love with her it seems 
A red headed beauty who inhabits all my dreams 
She is the object of my infatuation 
She works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation 

Oh my Scully 
Agent Scully 
When will you be mine? 
You're called an analytical and that's just fine 
I love my Scully 
And I guess it's time I told her 
I'll be with her some day even if that means I have to kill Mulder 

She's in spacious at little green men 
Yet if you ask her she'll say she doesn't believe in them 
She always saves Mulder's butt when he screws up a maneuver 
She's the prettiest FBI Agent in skirts since J. Edgar Hoover 

Oh my Scully 
Agent Scully 
You are my one true love 
As beautiful as an angel 
Or an alien from above 
When you yell freeze, FBI 
It makes me shake and quiver 

You've conquered monsters and things that are covered in goo and mucus and who have abilities to change their skeletal structure and fly like people and eat your liver. 

You've been stung by bees that gave you the plague 
The aliens kidnapped you and harvested your eggs 
The government gave you cancer but gave you the anecdote too 
The truth is out there and the truth is I love you 

Oh my Scully 
Agent Scully 
Your monotone turns me on 
You can do an autopsy while firing your gun 
You're hair and make-up looks great 
And while you're saving the world 

Mulder gets killed at least once every year 
And it's getting so old we really don't care 
But our Scully, she's always alive and she's well 
And I know it sounds safe to say she's my secret agent girl 
Oh my Scully! 
Trust no one