Glass کے بول

I've got a new I've got a new I've got a new problem now I'm letting you I'm letting you I'm letting you I wish you were made of glass So I could see through you I wish you were made of glass But I don't get to choose you I've got a new I've got a new I've got a new problem now I'm letting you I'm letting you I'm letting you under now I wish you were made of glass So I could see through you I wish you were made of glass But I don't get to choose you Why I feel this way, I can't explain I feel this way, I can't explain I feel this way, I can't explain Why I feel this way, I can't explain I feel this way, I can't explain I feel this way, I can't explain I can't explain I wish you were made of glass So I could see through you I wish you were made of glass But I don't get to choose you But you're skin and bones Skin and bones Skin and bones Skin and bones