اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Call me hit me shoot me with a single word
And I’ll be falling down to earth I’m made of clay
Ask me show me throw me to the other end
And I’ll be coming back again I’m made of days
Oh my Oh my
My name is Will
Find me lie to me give an unforgettable rule
And I will lose myself in meanings
Wanna be its hard to be like a bee flying in eights
Amapola hypnotized I have no faith
Oh my oh my I’m made of sins
Take me to that place where I belong my queen
Oh take me to that place where I belong, my reign
Take a drink make me think that I’m getting old
I had that strong and strange in-vision of me
Turning into another ape a lot like me
Anywhere everywhere deambulating dressed as a clown
Making fun for everyone but not for me
Let me see what you see and I‘ll tell you what’s right for me
I’m working on my monarchy Kingdom of me
Oh my Oh my name is Grace
Let me rule on my own
Just for a few days of July
I’m sure that I could make you cry with happiness
Walking in the desert with my body all made of sand while I’m
Looking all around
I lose myself
