All these thoughts go round and round
And suddenly they make a sound
These things mean that you're down
Thinking of this makes me frown
The boldness of this loves is painful
All the people don't like your soul
You gave your heart to those you'll despise
I'll tell you something boy, that ain't wise
And suddenly they make a sound
These things mean that you're down
Thinking of this makes me frown
The boldness of this loves is painful
All the people don't like your soul
You gave your heart to those you'll despise
I'll tell you something boy, that ain't wise