Tears of women you wrote it to them,
Love it Loud, rabid.
A heart label of this man,
far will suffer, clearly.
So will this wrong, then that life will
you arrive, arrange.
But in my soul confuse you, ask
you know? (x2)
Everything forests diagnosis “you”,
love in my skin you drink.
use the spare my heart,
love with you my favorite.
infected women are your eyes,
in them wrote with money you have.
my blood boil, diagnosis “you”,
you shiver, subcutaneous not curable.
Whatever you want to do with me,
in your hands like I’m out of clay.
Roses not rub tears, still hurting,
well I’m tough.
Pia women like me who without stop
love to fight like a man.
I love you, but I remember chasing today, tomorrow