Worked and impatient I dont know about you tonight I dont know about you I am not feeling good in the morning My eyes are all the hours I ask what is it Say Take the phone Take a phone
Hand in your hand Im dying, God, I think the truth is I am worried and impatient I am sleeping again I dont know about you until I am Bidam I dont feel good my eyes are all the clock
This is a soul I love you I always think I have one hand in your hand Im dying, God, I think the truth is
