Sexy Star Trek Girl
Sexy star trek girl I’ve waited so long
Temptress of five seasons, it’s wrong,
I’ve survived your skin tights and uniform
Surely you’ll be mine before it’s all gone?
Your nightdress was a jacket, not fine
Was there nothing other to wear that night?
Why do you all wrap up like Victorian Vines?
Yet without the need to shield your thighs.
Your eye’s phaser me, always on stun
You blame me for looking, though dumb?
At those hair styles, tightened buns,
Not to mention your rounded sums.
Sometimes as a telepath, or a Trill
You may be human, once in a while,
But the Borg certainly knows how to move
She would waltz that floor, swaying well.
The voice varies, from your cherry lips
The councillor, the fighter, my woman.
So where do I fit in, in this world?
At my console captain, where else?