Sometimes we both get confused, Thoughts conveyed, misunderstood, A little loss in translation, Mutates into petty petty confrontation, Sometimes I'm misunderstood, What you hear is not what you should Translation, when it breaks down, Leads us into these petty petty rows. Sometimes you drive me insane, A quick temper, alien ways, But I'd rather fight with you than make love to another woman any day. I do, I love you, more and more every day, I do, I serve you, in every step I take, I do, I speak you, in every word I say, Yes it's true, I love you… More and more every day Sometimes you're misunderstood, My ears just don't hear what they should, Is this merely a culture clash? Or some more fundamental mismatch? All these petty things, All these little things, They mean nothing… To me