Oakley

My good parts, I can firmly state, belong in the Arc, I look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything's real soon, my eyes sparkle dark, wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, live somewhere cool, where no bank rates, ban on any bad news, my shrink is a star, emotion's just a game, tells me sell my car, take another route, bus down the highway, sing away yr blues, no one here gets far, feelings won't allay, I'm too smart, to give up pay days.