Paroles de Esquerita, Little Richard

Poor little head My mind is not where it belongs Always in a narrow space Rended Ceded Between death and not death Apart Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief The atoms that make up my will Obsess not off nor on a teen angel Will tarry in parts And litter the roadway for as long as they can Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignorе grief Ignore grief, ignorе grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Esquerita, Little Richard Tears of blood Clouds of glitter Esquerita, Little Richard Blood of tears, hot pepper What are you doing later? I can't make my mind mind Anything could happen Tear it up, strut your stuff Be disappointed when you wake up Ignore grief, ignore grief