gives me happiness to know that the thought of never seeing you more, the idea of \u200b\u200bno longer trust anything I
Knew say that happiness gives me an idea never to touch the idea of \u200b\u200bnot to follow in everything you do
I put my hands in my pocket and I spat on the table, good appetite, my love!
knew that happiness gives me the idea of \u200b\u200bnot knowing where to go when you walk, when you sleep with people you do
Of all the tears you cry how many?
Quantifying the evil you do to me I saw that never ends
So I put my hands in my pocket and I spat on the table, good appetite, my love!
When you go shopping what to buy, what color you colored furniture,
I do not know where you live longer even
