IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’ll beeeeeeeeeeeeeee juuuuuuuuuuuuuuust fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine pretending I’m nooooooooooooooooooooooot. IIIIIIIIII’m faaaaaaaaaar from lonely and it’s all that I’ve gooooooooooooot.
Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay for toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. If you want tooooooooooooooooooo, I can show yooooooooooooooooooooou what my dreams are made of as I'm dreaming of your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.
Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy knuckles have turned to whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite. There's no turning back toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Kiss me one last tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!
Look how pretty she iiiis wheeeeeeeeeeen sheeeeeeeeeeee faaaaaaaaaaaaaaalls dooooooooooown. Now, there's no beauty in blllllllllllllllllllleediiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing maaaaaaaaaaaaaascaaaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaaaaa. Lips are quiveriiiiiiiiiiing, like awithering roooooooooooooose.