I was little; all the men and women I used to love
Looked like they became a lie when I grew up
With those who choose lies within lies
They had fallen in love like I did, they had
Your romantic lies suit your mouth really well
Your script-writing soul is constantly working
Part of you is a judge of humankind, zero complex
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
What a beautiful face you have
You got wooden power
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
As many words you have
You have as long a nose
I grew up; all the men and women I used to love
Looked like they became fairytales when I saw them
To love those who got caught up in fairytales
They had been defeated, they had, they had