I may say it was your fault
because I know you could have done more.
Oh, you’re so naive yet so.
How could this be done
by such a smiling sweetheart,
oh, and your sweet and pretty face.
In such an ugly world
something so beautiful,
that every time I look inside
I know, she knows that i’m not fond of asking.
True or false, it may be… Well, she’s still out to get me.
Hold on to your kite; just don’t let me down.