Paroles de Red River

Try not to think out loud What I'm thinkin bout I'm looking at the sky While laying on the ground Try not to think out loud Try not to think out loud But I made up my mind I'm walking down the corridor And waiting in line Tell me whatchu gonna do when I'm thru with you Cause everything you do is just is Just seven little words for a shitty excuse And if I'm a little kid Then you're a little man What's a seven letter word for I'm doing what I can and I mean it baby what's a seven dollar word for I mean it boy Fine time to be on your mind Good friends are hard to find I could see but now I'm blind And good luck is hard to find Don't wanna grow up old Don't wanna die alone Fuck doing what you're told Try not to think out loud Fine time to be on your mind Good friends are hard to find I could see but now I'm blind A good fuck is hard to find