So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. And then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some strings, spun him about, that boy sprang up, and began to shout, Гўв‚¬Е“my arms, my legs, my heart, my face, they are alive" And she would cry, Гўв‚¬Е“liar, liar! What have I done? You're no lover and I'm no fighter.Гўв‚¬Вќ The story goes on. So he would buy her things and kiss her hair to show he was for real. And she would take those gifts and kisses, though just stringing him along. She knew about those wooden boys, it's an empty love to fill the void. Pinocchio, oh boy how your nose has grown. So he would cry, Гўв‚¬Е“liar, liar! I'll prove it to you.Гўв‚¬Вќ But then it grew. He had grown tired of her, so it was true. He left her apartment and he walked all night long, Гўв‚¬Лњtil he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. But still he walked on amongst the whales and the waves and screamed, Гўв‚¬Е“liar, liar!Гўв‚¬Вќ and his wooden body floated away. He just drifted away. And now I wonder how I was made. Now I wonder how i was made. My arms, my legs, my heart, my face, my name is driftwood.