I have no doubt that you have a lot of talk and hadith to play me You wanted to play me but you were still with me I was remembered by the crown you were on my head Muharram you were my love and you were my love You went and you were listening I didnt see the beggar of love this and that I didnt see the infidel Youve got a paper towel every day you come to me again follow me to tell me Playing the bell and heart and my heart and my heart being too much with me.
