I've changed my pillow,
but I can't find myself.
Find me!
I've changed my toothbrush,
but I don't like it.
I'd rather have the other one,
the blue one.
I went to the mountains,
but I wanted to swim.
So what should I do?
I don't know.
Maybe I'll just go away.
I'd rather give you a hand to wash
the other's sheets,
which always get dirty.
And we always have to clean them well,
which then don't let us stay.
Oh, oh.
And then I threw it in the trash.
I bought a
frying machine for bad thoughts,
and I put it in there.
The sounds of others,
which we mortals should listen to.
I
never tell them
that the parachute is a safe means to save the future.
And I went to eat,
but the fire is drunk and the waiter is a spy.
He brought me
the sheets from the shower curtain.
And I asked him to give
him a hand to wash the other's sheets,
which always get dirty,
which always get angry,
which always complain,
which always greet,
which always fall in love,
which always smile,
which always talk,
which always complain,
which always get surprised,
which always get married,
which always leave,
which always merge,
which always merge more.