It's Sunday night; I am curled up in my room
The T.V. 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 man.
And I can't ...


Wait any more for him to discover me,
I got it bad for David Duchovny.
David Duchovny, why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me?


My friends all tell me,
"Girl you know it's just a show,"
But deep within his eyes,
I see me wrapped up like a bow,
Watching the sky for a sign,
The FBI is on my mind,
I'm waiting for the day
When my lucky stars align
In the form of...


David Duchovny, floating above me,
In the alien light of the spaceship of love, I need
David Duchovny, hovering above me,
American Heathcliff, brooding [bad word] 
David Duchovny, why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me?


So smooth and so smart
He's abducted my heart
And I'm falling apart
From the looks I receive
From those eyes I can't leave
You can say I'm naive
But he told me to believe


My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight
Want to put an end to my daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone
Wishing he would tap my phone
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone
and I would say


David Duchovny, why won't you love me?
Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me?
David Duchovny, why won't you love me?
Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me?
David Duchovny I want you to love me
To kiss and to hug me, debrief and debug me
David Duchovny, I know you could love me
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly - I'm gonna kill Scully
David Duchovny, why won't you love me?
Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me?


I'll be waiting . . .
In Nevada . . .