Parade! Pre-preparation!
Even if I may not be the strongest
Here [bad word] #33; My pre-parade
I’ll catch you someday and [bad word] the best

Better pay attention or you’ll be sorry
When I hit you with my finger poke attack
I may be little but I will squish you
You’re just a flea, so don’t make me laugh

Sometimes I wish that I could just have a plastic heart
That’s a plus! That’s a plus! But it’s a minus too
But that’s so boring, and before I knew it
I will have beaten you from the start

Love is so bittersweet and only to me
Simple then it’s [bad word] and too much to see
Oh, but that’s super dumb to worry about the things that won’t be
Is that what it means? That’s how I feel

Oh, you’re such a super weirdo but you’re sweet and sincere
It’s just all I can do to hide my weaknesses here
To tell you the [bad word]  all I really really want is for you to be near

I’m the one that’s hurting you
You’re the one that hurt me
In a preparation for love
I’m so stuck in my head, always pre-preparing
For a pre-parade of love