You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
Among the rules and reasons
If you are on a par
In gloomy foggy seasons
We hear sound of clarinet
Along the morning dew
If it is good or bad
Depends on none but you
Write your own poems
Sin your own sins
Have your own proems
Shoot your own films
(You're) looking through the glasses
But better naked eye
At the marks of lasses
And a stupid guy
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
What you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
Among the rules and reasons
If you are on a par
In gloomy foggy seasons
We hear sound of clarinet
Along the morning dew
If it is good or bad
Depends on none but you
Write your own poems
Sin your own sins
Have your own proems
Shoot your own films
(You're) looking through the glasses
But better naked eye
At the marks of lasses
And a stupid guy
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
You are what you are
