Petal Golm Flower in the Garden Dont see you on the niche O oppressor, call us Call my sweet edges My hand is no longer my heart I dont want your two eyes. Eye the comment on us Call my sweet edges No longer my hand I dont miss your two eyes Yeah I dont like my first time Yeah I love my hand Come on not to make a beautiful girl today Broken. Flowers I made a bridge from the flowers no longer my hand I dont miss your heart I dont have two eyes. I dont like two eyes I dont like it Yeah I dont like my first time I love my hand Come on Dont Be Beautiful Girl Tomorrow Tomorrow Dont Broken the bridges, lets go on the hearts Single and only come in the world I am not tired I dont like your eyes Yeah I love my first time Yeah I love my hand I dont miss you anymore I dont have my own or two eyes.
