Hello lover I can't do you harm.
Middle lover I did do you harm whenever I want to.
Oh no, the ladder collapsing.
The matter relaxing. The girl can't sing.
LLLLLLLu lover running backwards now
Lover it is now.
Continues after the ad
Then tomorrow crashes down
At a hundred miles an hour, and it's sour.
The goodbye the goodbye
The lover sighs.