You ask me again if I'm happy
And I tell you, no one ever is
But you push me to justify
everything I've
ever done
And everything I long to do
At this moment, I'm not too dissatisfied
In fact, I think that I could raise a little
smile
If I met me, I'd want to be my friend I've
come to town with life's imperfections
There is no big deal, no mystery of life
You could go crazy looking for that pearl
And die like a bad -tempered spinster
Who looks back and wishes she
kissed back those kisses
What's so marvellous
about this great pursuit?
To find the point of absolute perfection?
More of what's good is better for you
Until you burst one day with wild delirium
Wild delirium
Some think that life is a
mad dash of a race
Goes shortest way,
for the highest pay
There's too much stuff to me,
more important than money
Like the breeze, trees,
and the loving squeeze
A warm bed, good dreams,
bad dreams, lying lazy
There is no big deal, no mystery of life
You could go crazy looking for that girl
And die like a bad tempered spinster
Who looks back, your wishes,
she'd kiss back those kisses
When you're older,
you will look back through the mists of hatred
And realize all the things you missed
Way to hell back then
Oh
God, what a fool you
didn't even know
You're always looking for the spilt milk
And all the burnt food
There's no prize winning at the end
There sure as hell is no afterlife
Your spirit dies when your blood runs cold
You might as well quit,
you'll get rich quick
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