i'm trying to be tough to wait for your call 
when i know you make my heart fall 
still dont know what i always want for all 
your presence make me feel so small 

the spy is on the fly 
reaching for the sky 
if you see it in the eye you will know the reason why 

they say not even a bird can tell 
except for the one who lives in [bad word] 
she always there beside the wishing well 
so every discontent soul could ring the bell