🇰🇷 제가 아끼는 친구 Go Kathy의 오리지널 곡 가사를 활용해 새로운 노래로 리메이크해 보았어요! 🌸 Kathy의 오리지널 곡은 아래 링크에서 감상하실 수 있어요! 🇺🇸 I made a new song as a remake using the lyrics from an original song by my dear friend Go Kathy! 🌸 You can listen to Kathy’s original song at the link below! 🇯🇵 大切な友達、Go Kathyのオリジナル曲の歌詞を使って、新しいアレンジの曲としてリメイクしてみました！🌸 Kathyのオリジナル曲は、下のリンクから聴くことができます！ 🔗 https://suno.com/s/jnNrxWiVMVL0hjxt Ever since you were a little boy, Everybody’s pride and joy. “Look how nicely he says hello, Such a charming child—he’ll go far, you know.” Every mother’s dream, every father’s pride, Perfect little manners with a fox inside. You learned every name, you remembered every face, Knew exactly what to say in exactly the right place. Now you walk in smiling, working every room, Making every girl think the message was just for her. Same soft voice, same innocent eyes, Same “I never do this”—such a well-rehearsed lie. You call it friendly, I call it a game, Dropping little sparks everywhere you say a name. Nobody feels special when you flirt with the crowd— You’re just an empty balloon with a talented mouth. You make me hot, hot, hotter, Make me mad, mad, madder. You make me sad, sad, sadder— Such a good boy. You need special treatment. Welcome to the bamboo field, Show me what that mouth can spill. Blow it in the balloon, don’t stop, Fill it till it’s ready to pop. Every “baby,” every “dear,” Every secret in every ear. Tie it tight and count to three— I’ll launch it through the galaxy. Up, up, out of sight, Pretty little social butterfly. This time, boy, there’s no way out— Shut, shut, shut your mouth. Pretty little social butterfly. This time, boy, there’s no way out— Shut, shut, shut your mouth. Still saying hello like the perfect son, While quietly working on everyone. One hand waving, one hand texting, One girl waiting while you’re choosing the next thing. You leave little hearts like fingerprints, Then act surprised when the evidence hits. “I was only being nice”—yeah, that old line, You’ve used it on her, her, her—and mine. You never cross the line, you just make it move, Keep everybody guessing what you’re trying to prove. Polite on the surface, poison underneath, Sunday-school smile with a fox’s teeth. Good with the parents, good with the crowd, Good at saying nothing incredibly loud. They still call you charming; they don’t have a clue— The world’s favorite son, but nobody’s truth. What a polite young man. What a friendly smile. What a wonderful son. Should we ask the girls? No? That’s what I thought. Now— Take every line you’ve ever used, Put it in the balloon. Don’t leave anything out. Don’t leave anything out. Fill it with the “How are you?” Fill it with the “Miss you.” Fill it with the “Trust me, I don’t talk to anyone like this.” Fill it with the sweet talk, Fill it with the small talk, Fill it with the same talk You recycled all across town. Zip it. Clip it. Tie another knot. Zip it. Clip it. Tie another knot. Zip it. Clip it. Tie another knot. Zip it. Clip it. Tie another knot. Three… Two… One… Blast off.
