Monkey Sivert

Not a word that makes sense
Not a word that will have a consequence
Just some rhymes that's been used a million times
Then spread out on a paper sealed in water
I don't care if it's flat, or round, or square
I will wear it
Never mind, if you're searching for one rare
You will find it
Crossed my fingers, crossed the floor
Passed the test, passed an empty corridor
Left the building, left a note on the wall
No one's left, left the paper as a warning
I don't care if it's flat, or round, or square
I will wear it
Never mind, if you're searching for one rare
You will find it
I awoke hanging down, with my feet above the ground
I've been climbing, I've been blind, like a monkey and his clown
And they were pointing at my nose, and I just love to be exposed
Filled with joy and filled with lust
And my mouth about getting to the point
When it cracks, breaks the fence
And you're trapped in a speech of self-defense
Not a truth or a lie, that you later can deny
Came to be, close to me, coming closer
I don't care if it's flat, or round, or square
I will wear it
Never mind, if you're searching for one rare
You will find it
I don't care if it's flat, or round, or square
I will wear it
Never mind, if you're searching for one rare
You will find it