Once there was a kid
A kid who had the blues and broke the Rules
Shallowed in his own hues, obsessed with The brand-new’s
to the stage he’s queued, without any Boo’s the crowd goes wild and precedes To stay true.

He dreams of the louvre
A simple groove that can’t be smoothed
In his mind these simple rules That can’t Be moved
Tripling down his every fluve
Is a dream

A dream of a cove
With every hope and every boat
It burns like a stove
And curves like a *****
He copes and he hopes that these dreams Will leave
Like a magic envelope the letter is sealed
Forever more to not be healed