Everything is a vain staging
Your false starts are always the same
Being tense adds nothing to the problem
All your frolics are sterile and even
After all, tomorrow may be different
Even if, to do quickly
I take the lead
It does not said that's better early than ever before
You precipitates
I take my time
No doubt thus it is undoubtedly a leak
But you unload everything, it is illicit
No doubt friend, there you packed
When you no longer have your head, you doing all too fast;
No doubt thus it is undoubtedly a leak
But you be detached from all, it is illicit
No doubt thus this is normal
When you no longer have your head, it's you who precipitates
Everything is a vain staging
Your coming and going are always the same
Your point of view, twisted on the weaker sex
Collapsing a nothing in a similar case
After all, this is well your temperament
As soon as you reply
You get the hell out you
It does not said that nothing ventured, nothing gained
I'm stoic
But not for long