Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
My girl, my girl, where will ya go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines, the pines,
The sun, the shine,
I'll shiver the whole night through.
Grass is greener, over here;
You're the fog, that brings it clear.
Reinventing, what would you do?
Take your time, and I'll be true.
You're the reason, I feel pain;
Feels so good, to feel again...
Более чем когда-нибудь обязан я уважать себя — унизиться перед правительством была бы глупость.