When I feel so low and doomed,
I just have to look around my room;
And then my sadness disappeared,
Cause these five handsome lads appeared.
They're all smiling at me,
Just like I'm the only one they could see;
But I have to admit,
That this is just some kind of shit.
Because these handsome creatures,
Were just only posters and pictures;
That's just posted on my walls,
At the ceiling and those halls.
These five handsome creatures,
Had never done failures;
Because they are perfect,
Just like the other fans expect.
They never failed to make me smile.
And when I look at them for a while,
I'm like a craving puppy,
Waiting for its foodie
Four British lads who made me crazy,
Plus one Irish lad, whom I adore, really;
Equals five singing idiots,
That have One Band, One Dream,
One Direction.
