put your grasses on nothing will be wong

Feel no shame about shape
Weather changes their phrase
Even mother will show you another way
So put your glasses on
Nothing will be wrong
There's no blame, there's no fame
It's up to you
The first words should be finded
Whatever hold you back
I can, I can get it off

* Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want
I don't know why, don't know why, don't know why you afraid
Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say
I don't know why, don't know why, Too late, it's too late
"you dont see me moving to an african jungle any time soon.and some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ west on a carpet....dont see me eating no more ribs.gotta have them ribs, and ♥♥♥♥♥ too."-obama