He was a lie manufacturer
he had cardboard stories
His life was a tin fable
his eyes were neon lights
Don't ever have faith
because his lies can bring you pain
She was a typical innocent girl
black shoes, cotton socks
she was only happy in school
she never had love in her skin
It's futile to say
that she believed what she was told
You might want to know the end of our story
some can imagine it
the girl without a fuss
lost her socks and her chastity
We need to condemn
whoever mocks our moral
But there's something we can't explain:
Why the girl laughs instead of crying?