The wind is in the heat and I'm shparu that I 'm sad my sadness
I'm not your pussy, I'm an adult mighty tiger, look into my eyes
And you don't break my heart into pieces and don't make it stone
A lot of thoughts in my head is the way to burning
The forks of the roads in Los Angeles and the city itself are my favorites
I climbed on the bed in my shoes and covered myself with a newspaper