I don't have future
I don't have hope
I'm only nineteen
I'm another fool

I don't have any money
I'm not extroverted
So, why don't you want me, honey?
Am I too ugly for you?

Someday
Somehow
Someday

I don't like your parties
I'm not your "Ken", "Barbie"
I wrote this song to tell you
That I am boring and your are cool

Someday
Somehow
Someday

I wanna hold your hand
Michelle, ma belle
Stand by me
And let me be