Clap Your Hands, Shout Cool! (C'mon Everybody, C-O-O-L!)

I’m sorry if I always act like a fool

Cause you’re the shooting star that makes me drool

And sometimes I was everybody’s tool

But you can always keep me cool

Your laugh always make me stool

Your hair is like dimmed bliss, and it’s cool

And again, there’s me stool, still act like a fool

And it makes a curve on your lips, and it’s always cool