Dear skinny fish, listen to me for a while.   We have no more tears, no more struggle, no more wine.   You’re my little fish, swim to me and take some cheese.   Do you still believe he would come back?   He’s a freak.   And then my fish she says “I thought he belongs to me. I know I should not mind. I cannot tell lies. He puts me aside…”   Fish starts to cry, other fishes cry and cry.   Fish keeps on crying “wu wu wu…”   Little baby fish, listen to me for a while.   We have no more tears, no more struggle no more wine.   From now on, from now on, from now on…