Rule No. 1 کے بول

Kiss ... Smile ... Dance ... The movie was boring - it was (a) cliché The plot was confusing - nothing to say The acting was plastic - the ending absurd And three hours later We left with a feeling that nothing had ever occurred You could frown over wasting time like that But if you smile you're less prone to a heart attack Oh, if you kiss you might get some kisses back Rule no. 1: Never paint a blue sky black Despite my alarm clock going off late And rush hour madness I got to my gate All the arrangements and plans I had made Went up in smoke As I learned that the crew went on strike And my flight was delayed You could scream over wasting time like that But if you smile you're less prone to a heart attack Oh if you kiss you might get some kisses back Rule no. 1: Never paint a blue sky black He showed up at seven - a rose in his hand A whole hour early - pretty good for a man The first awkward moments dragged on and on Now plenty years later The movies still suck but we don't give a fuck anymore ('Cause) if you kiss you might get some kisses back If you smile you're less prone to a heart attack Oh if you dance - you might find those moves you lack Rule no. 1: Never paint blue sky black Never paint a blue sky black Oh if you kiss Oh if you smile Oh if you dance Oh kiss, smile - kiss, smile and dance ...