I turned "stranger"
Into "Starman"
In the Sunday
New York Times
Like Anne Sexton
With her star rats
Working backwards
'Til 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