Bagatelle

You say that my songs make no sense And I should go away, That I just hide behind a fence Of empty words... OK! I do admit you can be right, But now I call my song La bagatelle! (3x) I'm tired of making sense I'm playing right in front of you So don't you say I hide behind a fence! The word in French that means a thing That you will not regret Adopted by Beethoven, Though we love him not for that, When tired of writing something epic He just wrote a simple piece La bagatelle! (3x) Can't get enough of that Join the crowd, sing it loud That's the thing that you will not regret! I see your eyebrows rising high, But that is how I like you! You google it to prove me wrong, But find only brands, You're looking through the pages, But the journey never ends! Oh, put your phone aside and sing it On and on with me: La bagatelle! (3x) B-A-G-A-T-E-L-L-E Though we are perfect strangers Join the crowd now and sing it on with me! La bagatelle! (2x) La bagatelle! Tell your mom o' me. La bagatelle! Tell your chum o' me. La bagatelle! Tell your boss o' me. La bagatelle! Tell your foes o' me. La bagatelle! Tell your friends o' me. La bagatelle! Tell your brands o' me. La bagatelle! Tell everyone! I see your eyebrows rising high, But that is how I like you!