I don't want a good time to this night
One has to come from this trust
I stand firm,
not my own
I don't constipate
I'm a man,
from the heart of somebody I'm the soul,
I'm the tongue of conversation
A nap to my step,
a splash by my side A life,
a man of somebody's side
I don't want to say,
the words of my last night blanched
I'm a man,
from the heart of somebody I'm the soul,
I'm the tongue of conversation
I stay with the bland
My life,
worth children's mirth
Never,
never been under threat.
Never, never been under conviction.
And my question is,
have you been living behind me?