When people are first born bare naked,
They are loved equally.
So why is it that when they grow older,
Their fates are divided so heartlessly?
Looking and not looking into the eyes of people,
Knowing and not knowing about love...
If that's reality, I'd rather be
A baby until I die, a kidult.

Ah, such a cute baby!
It makes me want to love you! (just like I planned!)
But the baby she's holding is actually a kidult.
Beneath the innocent ababa, it's smirking
You should become one, too.
It's convenient and great, a baby human

Ababa, ababa, dance, multiply, go all the way into space.
To Mars, to Saturn, to the ends of the galaxy, the kidult will dance.
Dance, kidult!