Dear skinny fish, listen to me for a while. 
We have no more tears, no more struggle, no more wine. 
You’re my little fish, swim to me and take some cheese. 
Do you still believe he would come back? 
He’s a freak. 
And then my fish she says “I thought he belongs to me. I 
know I should not mind. I cannot tell lies. He puts me 
aside…” 
Fish starts to cry, other fishes cry and cry. 
Fish keeps on crying “wu wu wu…” 
Little baby fish, listen to me for a while. 
We have no more tears, no more struggle no more wine. 
From now on, from now on, from now on…