- cifra
I pray that I won't see the sun
I've got a pocket full of gum - Yum!
It matters if you steal or run when you're young
I was a pin eyed boy (I lied)
Don't call me, count the cookies type
I take what's mine, I know what's right
And its right
I was a pin eyed boy (I lied)
Rocking Charlie Horse on a jet plane
Slide the gas clouds through the window
See the rain fall through the window
I was a pin eyed boy (I lied)
