Secret of a good song

We wake up with fleas in our hands
We eat what we shouldn´t
We tell what we couldn´t
And we say nonsenses things
Doing them sound nice to the ear
We do everything for the lyrics to rhyme
Even though they lack of sense, we just spoil them

*All what matters is that lines sound fine
And when we listen to them somehow seems to own wisdom
Maybe who read this stuff realice
That I´m competitive and attractive
Amusing and a little bit boring
Wonderful and beautiful
Less eloquent and something ending with “ent”*

I speak much and in the bath I douche
I pick up a flower and feel its power
I look at the moon and realice it´s just one
Tomorrow I´d shout to the sky I want my ice

*Chorus

Maybe I hear at my heart to see if it´s right
When I lay in my bed I touch the flame
Danger is inhibited
Waves are like blackberries
Red throw an eye in your eye
And there´s always one “I love you, I need you, I miss you”

*Chorus

Without to know the motive of this objective
I´m warning, I´m ending
And I hope you have learn
What I haven´t understood

*Chorus (x2)