How come she was blessed with acne,
it makes her unhappy...

The blow of the wind
the rustle of the trees...

I love how you think
i need you to be happy...

Cant believe this is happening
happening to me...

Your eyes like the moon
that shines in the sky...

I cant explain whats happening
its a tickle in my heart...

Dance your way through it
theres nothing to it...

Boy you think
you got it...

In my palm my grasp of you
you were really mine...

It is what we make it
it is in your heart...

SEQUEL TO 1..2..3 POW.....
There you are in the coffin...

You made my eyes light up
every time i saw you...