My heart goes pounding
right up to the peak—
So fine—tell me, what’s your name?

Shining, shining bright
Red and white, and more
Hands off—
I just watch it go

Effort? Research? Staying up all night
Sit-ups? Back work? Push-ups too
Cool? Dry? Subtlety’s the key?
Like I care

It’s my life, not somebody else’s
All tied up would be such a waste

Exactly.
This is Marisa!
Are you in a bad mood?
They say luck comes to those who smile, but it sounds like superstition to me
Even a dog, if it walks around, gets hit by a stick
So tonight, let’s treat ourselves to something sweet

Always out of reach
Black and white—no more
No shame, no hesitation
Reckless

Type? Talent? Even if I’m not that
Fire or water? Shall I boil the bath with it?
Reset? Restart? Leave me alone
You’re loud. Such a busybody

Not behind me, not beside me
My road won’t open up by logic alone

Thus—
This is Marisa!
You’re the one in a bad mood
Please tell me how many slices of bread you’ve eaten in your life
Until all that big talk turns inside out someday
So let’s fly until they laugh and call us crazy

Even a sad mood
For now
Isn’t so bad
The courage
I never show to anyone
Keeping it hidden is style