Like a statistic I wander the streets.
Just don't have bags or trash on my feet...

Open up the book you beat me with again.
Read it off one sentence at a time...

That we have been going strong
And Tomorrow at 6pm...

I'll never be perfect
Never good enough for you...

Red as rose,
Red as hair...

I remember the day you stole my heart.
Those seven days of lonely I spent wishing...

In all the world and beyond the stars
I could never find a boy with a golden heart...