Rule No. 1



Kiss ...

Smile ...

Dance ...   



The movie was boring - it was (a) cliché

The plot was confusing - nothing to say

The acting was plastic - the ending absurd

And three hours later

We left with a feeling that nothing had ever occurred 



You could frown over wasting time like that

But if you smile you're less prone to a heart attack

Oh, if you kiss you might get some kisses back

Rule no. 1: Never paint a blue sky black   



Despite my alarm clock going off late

And rush hour madness I got to my gate

All the arrangements and plans I had made

Went up in smoke

As I learned that the crew went on strike

And my flight was delayed   



You could scream over wasting time like that

But if you smile you're less prone to a heart attack

Oh if you kiss you might get some kisses back

Rule no. 1: Never paint a blue sky black   



He showed up at seven - a rose in his hand

A whole hour early - pretty good for a man

The first awkward moments dragged on and on

Now plenty years later

The movies still suck but we don't give a fuck anymore 



('Cause) if you kiss you might get some kisses back

If you smile you're less prone to a heart attack

Oh if you dance - you might find those moves you lack

Rule no. 1: Never paint blue sky black

Never paint a blue sky black Oh if you kiss

Oh if you smile

Oh if you dance Oh kiss, smile - kiss, smile and dance ...