So delightful and precious
You are,
And no one cares
That you face the judgement day
Now
I'm not a girl anymore
And my feeling going true
Like a sky clear blue.
A little superstition
In my pulm,
To drop it something stops me,
I don't know why.
Maybe another superstition,
Inside...
What's the matter with my head,
I'm not a maverick's descent,
So do you know how can I leave
This feeling?..
Prayings, prayings on my head
Prayings on my head
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