Born just like any other girl, life hardly started
when something happened.
It was the drug’s fault, some type of reaction stopped her
just after she started.
Try to imagine how she went through life
not being able to do what we all can do.
To talk to her computer.
By pure willpower and by logic she managed.
Gigs came along and brought new meaning,
new direction – Start, zoom up to now,
gig no13 – Autumn.
Coz she was different other pupils ignored her.
You want reasons?
Can’t swim, you have three feet and a crooked ear.
Brenda means “Suicide of Missiles” in alien.
She is my princess, my Special Alien.
Able to fly again at 16, she became like us all.
She could fly, backed up by logic and an organized mind.
We were brought together and we felt complete,
enjoying time together.
Shard my nuclear bomber and her laser.
What happened between us
never happened to any other WSO I knew.
She carries my nuclear missile.
Our summers are long and happy, fun filled.
All we need is each other and my plane.
This is for you when we bomb Red China.