Thank you.
Everything is clear.
There's no confusion.
Since fantasy was here.
Full of illusion.
Left sunken in the stream.
Of mutation.
It makes me wanna scream.
I love you.
She loves you.
Just like mama.
But do you love her?
That's.
Can't you see
she's got a ball?
Take me,
slap me,
I can't conceal.
Take me,
slap me, I can't conceal.
One thing that we fear,
Total seclusion,
Away from loved ones dear, Some retribution,
For giving time and space, More prohibition,
To the man with the plastic face,
You'd never leave a trace,
Does she love you?
But do you love her?
What I do to the ball?
Can't you see she's got a ball?
Can't you see she's got a ball?
Can't you see she's got a ball?
Can't you see she's got a ball?
Can't you see
she's got a ball?
