Slapped by some boy who longs for a hug Kissed by some girl that calls you a mug Your daddy is merely a guy that you know And you think of Antoine Doinel
Trains are rolling Sound is rolling People strolling People call you why not People judge you by first sight Surprises await you on a ride around the block And you think to yourself "What the fuck?"
Woh oh, woh oh, boy Woh oh, woh oh, boy You got nothing to fear Your shadows disappear You've got nothing to fear, oh my boy
Your life, it's in a packing case some cruelty kept within Your loneliness is hidden well, someone says that Off is in The psychologist's irony is hardly to top As he wishes a good day and good luck
Woh oh, woh oh, boy Woh oh, woh oh, boy You got nothing to fear Your shadows disappear You've got nothing to fear, oh my boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
