Lyrics :
I may be but a whippersnapper
Cock and weather vane
But when I hear that pitter-patter
On the window pane
I stiffen up and swivel round
And think, think, think of you again ... again
Kizzy, Kizzy, Kizzy ...
So many races you have won, but where's the child ?
The child that you outrun ?
While the secret lying deep
Dragged you under, troubled sleep
You jumped the gun
Pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty boy
Pretty, pretty much
What you might call a toy
But you can never tell can you ?
A friend or a lover
You're my pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty boy
Pretty, pretty much
That broken little toy
But you can never tell can you ?
Could I be the only one to be broken ?
Maybe ... I was the only one
Pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty boy
Pretty, pretty much
My little diddakoi
But you should never judge should you ?
A book by its cover
Kizzy, Kizzy ...
I wanted to put you in a box
A draw, a cage, anything that locks
I'm not the criminal you weep
I was only trying to keep
Our dream alive
Kizzy, Kizzy, Kizzy ...
