One, two, three, for, five, six, seven, eight

Whats the matter? After eight, theres a nine, remember?

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid

Are you really sooooooooooo

Stupid stupid stupid stupid



This is my song, my song, hes mine

Better a silly girl with a flower,

Then a silly boy with a horse and a stick

Come one, yeaaaaaah

Its called a lance, hellohow???



Im a painter of red bolletjes!!

Dont you understand,

Theyre not Yellow, not green, not black

What? I lik coffee, I like tea, I like the boys

But the boys dont like me!!!



You didnt expect this did yooooooooeeeeeee

Love ya, Love ya, I say that I love ya!!

Silly silly silly boy



Kisssssssssssssssssss