Dana Scully

I know that you're a skeptic

But could you please accept that

You are the M.D. for me

Oh Dana, I want to believe

Your ex or Skinner, the Smoking Man

They'll never love you like I can

I don't care 'bout your microchip

I just want you to be my chick

Ever since I saw you walking in the woods in Oregon

Listening to me droning about some Martian men

I had the desire for you to lay your hands on me

Even if it were during my autopsy

I could be catholic too

I'll go to mass with you

I know that you're a skeptic

But surely you can accept that

You are the M.D. for me

Oh Dana, I want to believe