gente é simples
it’s funny you’re: out drinking
funny i’m: at home
funny everybody: knows something that i don’t
funny how i do this: every single time
so funny that: i have to laugh
just so i: don’t cry
Did you really beam me up
In a cloud of sparkling dust
Just to do experiments on?
Tell me I was the chosen one
Showed me that this world is bigger than us
Then sent me back where I came from