Testo 6 : 30 Am

Damn!
It's too late
It's getting late
I must follow my way
What stand up the day
I've still slept in my bed
The mornin', at 6 : 30
You've come home, to say me You ring at home
Why you've come?
Don't reflect to the death
Hey babe what's happenin'?
I'm lookin' to the time
Damn! To quarter to nine
You're waitin' my mind
You're hopin' my night

Why at 6 : 30
You come 'round me
Gimme what you got
'Cause I need hot
You might think I can cherish my ass
But I must believe that it's too hard I need a woman
For
Doing this corrected

Damn!
It's too late
It's getting late
I must follow my way
What stand up the day
I've still slept in my bed
You think that I'm waitin' you
You sink the knife but it's true
But the life must of course paid
Sorry my friend but I've said
To don't this it's dangerous
Now I'm walkin' so glamorous
No like a wich girl can make
Sorry but I know that you sank

Why at 6 : 30
You come 'round me
Gimme what you got
'Cause I need hot
You might think I can cherish my ass
But I must believe that it's too hard
I need a woman
For
Doing this corrected