Stop 
I spend my days ; Flying around in my room ; I flap my eyelashes fast ; And they serve me as wings ; I spend my days ; Trying to communicate ; I pull out my antennas ; And when I pick up a sign ; I stop what I’m doing ; Lay on my back ; Put up my legs ; And move them in rhythm ; I spend my days ; Looking at patterns and shapes ; I move them a little ; And put them back in their place ; I spend my days ; Making little notes to my self ; I hide them in the house ; So I can find them one day ; And stop what I’m doing… ; Here she comes with all her curves ; And her Mona Lisa smile ; Telling me that from a labyrinth ; You come out by going up ; Stop what I’m doing…; 