I've got a sparkling pair of eyes Especially the right It was designed to turn around And watch me from inside My brain's a wonderful creation Well connected to my head God gave me sweet imagination It's sometimes helpful in bed Aye aye aye aye Some say that I was made to touch the sky Why aye aye aye Is something holding me down So won't you fly me to Brasil If you don't want to stay you know I always will For every treasure there's a thief For every clever girl there comes a time to leave So won't you fly me to the Moon They'd write about us if we went there by balloon Just for that headline in the press They turn to ghetto of success Aye aye aye aye Some say that I was made to touch the sky Why aye aye aye Is something holding me down I aye aye aye Won't live a life that is designed for your delight That's why aye aye I'll choose a Garbo goodbye If my desires don't come true Love won't be what it seems Love won't provide what love will need I'll fake it in my dreams When harmony meets tragedy Like Bollywood for real A box-car ride in agony With me behind the wheel Aye aye aye aye Some say that I was made to touch the sky Why aye aye aye Is something holding me down I aye aye aye Won't live a life that is designed for your delight That's why aye aye I'll choose the Garbo goodbye Aye aye aye aye... The Garbo goodbye...