I'm not saying it was your fault

Although you could have done more

Oh, you're so naïve, yet so

How could this be done

By such a smiling sweetheart?

Oh, and your sweet and pretty face

In such an ugly way

Something so beautiful

Oh, that every time I look inside

I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking

True or false, it may be

Well, she's still out to get me

And I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking

True or false, it may be

She's still out to get me

I may say it was your fault

Because I know you could have done more

Oh, you're so naïve, yet so

How could this be done

By such a smiling sweetheart?

Oh, and your sweet and pretty face

In such an ugly way something so beautiful

Will die every time I look inside

I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking

True or false, it may be

Well, she's still out to get me

I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking

True or false, it may be

Well, she's still out to get me

Oh, you're so naïve, yet so

Could have done more

Oh, you're so naïve, yet so

Oh, you're so naïve, yet so

Oh, you're so naïve, yet so