[Verse 1 - intimate, conversational, playful rhythm] "All my ex-girlfriends were Japanese I'm only interested in Japanese girls I've been there so many times" That's what the British guy said [Verse 2 - soft, reflective, melodic] "I don't feel confident about my looks If I looked like you, my life would be different" "I like the way you look Because you remind me of my child" [Verse 3 - bouncy, rhythmic storytelling] Shirtless, showing off his tattoos That muscular guy with fiery red hair He listened to the music I was playing And said, "Yeah, I like that too." [Break] [Pre-Chorus - rising melody, building tension] He and I became good friends He kept asking about my favorite songs The reason we crossed the language barrier "Music was the language we shared." [Chorus - dynamic, sighing opening, punchy rhythmic delivery, playful call-and-response, soaring melodic hook] My hearing isn't great, you know I struggle to understand spoken English But he just won't accept it Why does he want to call me so badly? "Here, I'll give you my phone number This is something special, you know" But I didn't even write it down I just closed the browser right away [Instrumental Break - acoustic guitar percussion, syncopated groove] [Verse 4 - cheeky, animated storytelling] Sometimes we even had a fight Because I never called him on the phone "I'd rather email you, you know." And this is what he said in anger [Verse 5 - stripped-back, tense, restrained vocals] "If I had a child with you That child would be born sick" If he really cared about me He never would have said those words [Verse 6 - dry humor, rhythmic phrasing] "My husband was just like you Covered in tattoos from head to toe" If this is a game to make me call I'm not going to play along [Break] [Pre-Chorus - rising intensity, layered harmonies] No matter how often he said, "I love your face" I'd answer, "I don't like this face of mine" I'd never said those words before But his compliments just didn't reach me [Chorus - bigger harmonies, energetic rhythmic accents, soaring hook] My hearing isn't great, you know I struggle to understand spoken English But he just won't accept it Why does he want to call me so badly? "Here, I'll give you my phone number This is something special, you know" But I didn't even write it down I just closed the browser right away [Instrumental Break - playful guitar riff, body percussion] [Verse 7 - quick, precise, spoken-sung rhythm] The music theories I taught him The rules for songs that never wear out The features of songs that draw people in Without them even knowing why The rules of heavy rotation [Verse 8 - teasing, mischievous phrasing] He asked me over and over again But I wouldn't tell him the important part "The rules for music that makes people depressed" Because he'd said such cruel things to me [Verse 9 - intimate, serious, minimal accompaniment] My music theories were created For children who are suffering from illness If he doesn't care about my child I'll never teach him what I know [Break] [Pre-Chorus - dramatic pause, playful tension] "What do you do for a living?" I asked, and suddenly he got angry "I make pink tissues," he told me What kind of secret code is that? [Chorus - full arrangement, layered harmonies, strong dynamic contrast] My hearing isn't great, you know I struggle to understand spoken English But he just won't accept it Why does he want to call me so badly? "Here, I'll give you my phone number This is something special, you know" But I didn't even write it down I just closed the browser right away [Outro - bittersweet, intimate, gradually fading instrumentation] If he ever has a child who's sick He'll find his own way to the rules The very same rules I discovered Then maybe I could forgive him Even if his personality is awful His voice is still my favorite voice Let him go through the struggles I went through That's what karma means, don't you think? [End]
