Connor Randles - Paparella Lyrics

Paparella was a prized pastry boy
He could never get a room
You shouldn't tell her 'bout them prized pastries, boy
Never wanting to improve
Talk about the rain, the sun
No life, no one
Mysterion
The champion
Paparella was a prized pastry boy
Working daily through the night
And other hours escaping from his plight
In a digital archive
Forget about the rain, the sun
No life, no one
Mysterion
The champion
Forget about the rain, the sun
No life, no one
Mysterion
The champion
Into the dirt
With the weight of the world
You're asking"what's it about?"
But you won't find it out
'Til you get around
Paparella met a lady out last night
Introduced himself as well
Feeling better than to try to rationalise
Reciprocity's a spell
Laugh about the rain, the sun
The light, the love
Mysterion
The champion
Paparella is a prized pastry boy
And he's married to Elynn
You shouldn't talk about the thing your heart's not in
Until you're ready to begin
And contemplate the rain, the sun
The light, the love
The only one
The champion