You're not a real thief if you're afraid of the truth
Who doesn't tell the truth doesn't deserve me
Who changes half of the truth is not here,
here,
here
You're not a real thief if you're afraid of mom
You're 62 even if you don't see
All those who write don't explain
All those who make mistakes to sell fame
Then cut your daughter and get a bread
Never,
never,
never happy Never,
never,
never happy
They'll tell you it's a sin but you won't believe it
Never, never, never happy
You have a rage that scares you,
that kills you,
that makes you dance
If you knew that I think of you when I think of you,
mercy,
yes,
miserable,
no
You have a rage that scares you,
that kills you,
that makes you dance
If you knew that I think of you when I think of you,
mercy,
yes,
miserable,
no
You're 62 even if you don't see All those who write don't explain
All those who make mistakes to sell fame
Then cut your daughter and get a bread
Never,
never,
never happy Never,
never,
never happy
They'll tell you it's a sin but you won't believe it Never,
never,
never happy
If you laugh, you're fine,
I'll be there, there, there
If you laugh, you're fine,
I'll be there, there, there
Then cut,
get a spiky face,
you're not rich but four-headed
You're all big with a thief heart,
you're all big with a thief heart
Never,
never,
never happy Never,
never,
never happy
They'll tell you it's a sin but you won't believe it Never,
never,
never happy
Never, never, never happy