I'm a little bit tired, but I'm still a little tired I'm a little bit tired, but I'm still a little tired I'm a little bit tired, but I'm still a little tired I can't help you, for a knows So much of the world, well of the songs As a grand, sorry son, I said, don't be so much day I know you deserve to be so loyal Ooh You know, boys, isn't right here My hair, I'm drawing shoes to the dots It's big of all I care And everyone, well of all of them, see this A song is so unoblack it on the door I have right attention, so I'm sorry I am afraid of reaching the doubtful of you It's big of all, it's big of all It's big of all, it's big of all Oh One, two, one Is it the reason, the way? Are you hear your sharpest, speaking of indistices? What a song, or an open, ready to be What a nasty town, what did why to you? Every chasing heart, a slither power saw Social, it's not a real art to know It's me, I know It's me, I know It's me, I know Oh I know what it is to be, to be free It is so mean Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Where are you going? Don't do the end of Are you right? Far out of here This is me, I know