What a way to spend a day, he sings a lovely song
He has brought her some wine, and ask her on a drive
Oh, pretty boy
He just seemed to have a bad start and he never regretted
Oh he is a sad boy
The sun breaks through summers breeze, he lingers in the street
He knew that truth in love that he ain’t look that good
Oh, pretty boy
Screaming out and ran around just like you ever had it
Oh he is a sad boy
Attached to sweet dream, across the universe
Dance in the leaves, sail over the sea
And all this will be merged with a puberty of fantasy
Dress eerie, move like you mean it