O god you look so gorgeous
You try to reach a soar-geous
You had the vicious r-geous
No one flew like it bird-geous
I feel the sonic gorgeous
You had the wicked near
You had to stitch us 
or schüss the courage

I lost my o-o's
I lost my o-o's

I feel the twirling girl
You try to stand on force
I had the face of others
They try to beat
How I do I look?
How I do I think?
Wait until you survive your training
I saw you turn the tv

I lost my o -o’s
I lost my courage
I had my... I... I...
I had my... I... I...
I saved my goodbye
I saved my goodbye


(c) D. Bartholomé