Where does the misunderstanding come from?
Perfection never was a requirment
In a field of yellow flowers
underneath the sun
Bluest eyes that
Something stirring in the air, a victory?
A time-bomb ticking to
I have an evil plan to save the world for
Here lies the old myth,
breaking the mold with,
truth to take
Where did you go?
I was searching, searching
On a one way
I I love my pantalo's they fit me o so
Here is the tale, it's spoken word-for-word,
it may be
When I go out
I play in the street
I get hit
