My little fish

Dear skinny fish, listen to me for a while.
We have no more tears, no more struggle, no more wine.
You’re my little fish, swim to me and take some cheese.
Do you still believe he would come back?
He’s a freak.
And then my fish she says “I thought he belongs to me. I know I should not mind. I cannot tell lies. He puts me aside…”
Fish starts to cry, other fishes cry and cry.
Fish keeps on crying “wu wu wu…”
Little baby fish, listen to me for a while.
We have no more tears, no more struggle no more wine.
From now on, from now on, from now on…