The Plot                     Sophie Dunér © 2001

You whisper into her ear

I hear you but you can’t see

I’m standing quite close to you

Why do you keep smiling at me?

I’d prefer if you’d be clear

Please don’t be so loveable

I hate that grin upon your chin

Your face turning slowly green

Your mouth smiling while your eyes are cold

I hate that grimace so clever

Senseless and changing never

Oh how I find you so grotesque

You say it's a general problem

Nothing should be taken personal

Don’t want to point me out

I sit like a question mark

My eyes big as massive chalk

Incapable to talk

Your talent for social behaviour’s

Far more than mine, I know

Your transformation makes me impressed

Though I don’t want to see you smile

I don’t want to see you hide

I just want you to be like yourself

Your talent for social behaviour’s

Far more than mine, I know

Your transformation makes me impressed

Though I don’t want to see you smile

I don’t want to see you hide

I just want you to be like yourself