There's nothing, there's nothing,
There's nothing I can say
It's true, it's true,
I Kick them everyday
So what, so what,
That's why they pray
I can cause you admiration
I can cause you repulse
But never indifference
I know, I know,
I know my lost is your joy
I'm tired, I'm tired,
I'm tired of being a boy
I'll grow, I'll grow,
I'll grow to turn you into a toy
Come here, come here,
Come here and feel my power
Don't be, don't be,
Don't be afraid I'm a flower
Be cool, be cool,
Be cool and take my shower
Now that, now that,
Now that you've been blessed
Tell me, tell me,
Tell me what did you miss
I think, I think,
I think I should be kissed
Vasco Pompaelo*
