My heart is my bored what do you do. I always complain My heart is my boredom what do you always complain
I dont know what to do with my heart I am tired of being tired. I sat down Wow, I made a mistake that I was not in Brut Why didnt you scandal for me Why did you not be tired. Divine Divine
My heart How do you bother what do you always complain My heart is my kind of boredom what do you always complain My heart, my heart, how do you bother What do you always do. You have
I dont know what to do with my heart I got tired. You know in this love of love why I loved you, I love you, help you with a divine divine day Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine You Die, I Die I have a life of God. You do what do you do. I always complain My heart is my boredom
