Gene, my dear,
you always gotta blame someone
about your tears, about your laughter
Can't you hear?
Listen to the morning breeze
Listen to your friends, down the rabbit hole,
You are making things more complicated
you have to find out something better
Why don't you let us love you as you are,
and replace that trace of sorrow in your eyes?
Gene my dear
Gene my dear
you say you don't love me though,
got the problem now, I’ll bring it to an end.