There was a crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

I was a poorly trimmed boy.

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

I was a quiet and smelly boy.

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

Maybe one day we would've made that band.

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

Maybe you would've given back my retainer.

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

Maybe you would've come back.

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and crying

crying and crying and cursed boy.

For the lost and lost and cursed girl.