I ended the book I'm writing
The part about you I'm tearing it out
A simple goodnight stop fighting
There's nothing left to even read about
I'm leaving you here my darling
To search for a better and easy way out
Through all of the pain that I'm causing
There's nothing there to even sing about

But it goes ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Rapha rapha ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Yeah

Record this Italian radio
I changed up the words to make you happy though
If run of the midnight music show
I beat up, I beat up the boy that made you happy though
Don't touch the things that you want me to be
They out-weigh the ones that make me happy
So pull out your hands and meet my my fine new lady
She's rock and roll and she'll save me
It goes
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Rapha rapha ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Hey