I'm not saying it's your faultAlthough you could have done moreOh you're so naive yet soHow could this be doneBy such a smiling sweetheart?Oh and your sweet and pretty faceIn such an ugly worldSomething so beautifulOh that every time I look inside
I know she knows that I'm not fond of askingTrue or false, it may beWell, she's still out to get meAnd I know she knows that I'm not fond of askingTrue or false, it may beShe's still out to get me
I may say it was your faultBecause I know you could have done moreOh you're so naive yet soHow could this be doneBy such a smiling sweetheart?Oh and your sweet and pretty faceIn such an ugly worldSomething so beautifulOh that every time I look inside
I know she knows that I'm not fond of askingTrue or false, it may beWell, she's still out to get meAnd I know she knows that I'm not fond of askingTrue or false, it may beShe's still out to get me
How could this be doneBy such a smiling sweetheart?You're so naive yet soYou're such an ugly thingFor someone so beautifulThat every time you're on his side
I know she knows that I'm not fond of askingTrue or false, it may beWell, she's still out to get meAnd I know she knows that I'm not fond of askingTrue or false, it may beShe's still out to get me
Just don't let me downJust don't let me downHold on to your kiteJust don't let me downJust don't let me downHold on to your kiteJust don't letJust don't let me downHold on to this kiteJust don't letJust don't let me down