My syllable goes down...
Why would you try to make me friends with them soldiers,
When you know that I've never been familiar with orders,
When you know that my heart is in a pretty disorder,
And you should know that in my heart you fill every corner...
When you know that I've never been familiar with orders,
When you know that my heart is in a pretty disorder,
And you should know that in my heart you fill every corner...