I'd sit on my hands if it'd do any good Cause what i do is not what i should And i always say that i'm a stand-up guy Which implies that i can walk as well The eighth ring of hell is full of flatters(?) and pandas I'm one or both, although it hardly matters Cause when i leave i'm gonna catch fire In a terrible sky that from far away Lights up the walls of your new kitchen While you're busy knitting and forgetting And now i guess it's time to say so long But i'm not sure that i'm saying goodbye, goodbye I'm saying goodbye (x2) But i still want to try, i just can't decide I don't want to leave I miss your hands and your little feet For several times, i've been driven to cheat upon you That's more than enough, there's just one thing to do