Lyric 15

Be happy with simple and low

Be the base, let’s high come to you

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to die

We are wave, this moment low, the other high

Set me free, oh ya, ya, ya, ya, oh my babe

Let’s play the game, just play up to our grade

Your are rose, I know, yeah you have thorns

They are what make me feel; feel I am yours

Let them make me bleed; when god doesn’t order to rain

God is playful; who knows what he does; maybe the insane

Let’s be happy, don’t let get stuck

Don’t be a bowl, hotter than inside

Let’s be happy, don’t let get stuck

Let’s play to the end of field of god

Don’t make an ego against your mistake

Let’s see, laugh, and learn and go ahead

I’ll make you high, come with me; let’s take the booze

You make me mad; you have thorns but scent of rose

How knows what, what one knows is right or wrong

The fact that makes you free is a crazy scary one

What, what, what, what, tell me what can I do

You make me sad, you make me glad, I love you!