Bright eyes reflect the morning sun   She wakes so lost for love   So scared she’ll never find someone   So scared she’ll never be in love      One piece of paper, fifteen words   She writes in perfect hand   You give ‘em till you’ve given up   And you are sure to find the perfect man      Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da   Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da      That smile, sketched and painted   All the hurt so wared and faded   Search for love, she sat and waited   Tried her hardest to forsake me   Is she an angel or a fly pod to close to a plane?   Even where your wings were burnt   Unless she learns to turn and fly away      Oh no, we’re here again   Oh no, we’re here again      Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh      Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da   Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da      One piece of paper can be heavier then any weight   With words that hold their heavy heart   A map that seems to keeps her in both place   That’s how she walks the world   And how the world walks over her   She gives until she’s given up   She gives up all the love that she deserves      Ooh-Ooh no, we’re here again   So close, so near the end   We don’t and we pretend   But we know      Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh. X17