Hey little, tell me
Of whose happiness you are split
Hey little, tell me
Of what things you are sculpted
Because I want to know why only you
See so much better than everybody else
You see me so much better than everybody else
Hey little, tell me
On what fields you are planted
Hey little, don't you know
In whose songs you are sang
I think I know why only you
See so much better than everybody else
You see me so much better than everybody else
And you just laugh
Even though I can't always step
To that elevator
That would lift me to your floors
I want to know, why only you
See so much better than everybody else
You see me so much better than everybody else
Only you see me so much better than everybody else
And you even laugh so much better than everybody else