Feel no shame about shape
Weather changes their phrase
Even mother will show you another way
So put your grasses on
Nothing will be wong
There's no shame, there's no fame
It's up to you
The first words should be finded
Whatever holds you back
I can, I can get it off

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want
I don't know why, don't know why, don't know why your afraid
Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you said
I don't know why, don't know why, don't know why, too late, it's too late
Have no fear for real
It's just a turning wheel
Once you start up there's no other way
Don't put your eyes on boots
Step forward your roots
There's no aid there's no trade
It belongs to you

Before you miss something given
You should know what's the truth
I can, I can make it out