I take a bath three times a day,
If need be so four times I will.
Wear the best tuxedo that ever has been;
But she prefers the flower still.

I visit beautiful places every hour,
Have a salicorne gel in my shower,
Drive the best car ever:
But still the pretty girl takes a photo of a flower.

It dwells in mountains,
It slumbers in rocks far far away...
But the pretty girl will leave me next door;
And to the mountain top between the rocks,
To see a flower, just a single flower,
There she'll make her way.

I may have had best ideas of a perfume,
And much more ideas for a cologne
But who bothered to ask:
They went to the mountain top between the rocks,
Past Miller's Cave where dwells the bears;
To the flower, just a single flower,
To get hey scent.

Dear God, I beg you please,
Please give me beauty, please give me attraction,
So the pretty girl can notice me.
So people can like me too;
Instead of climbing to the mountain top between the rocks,
Through deep in the woods where dragons may be,
Past Tomatoa in the realm of monsters,
Side by Miller's Cave where dwells the bears;
To the flower, just a single flower,
Whenever they want to see beauty.