I'm afraid Of his red head He yells things To have respect He has shame of make you lulls He is empty of love to use to Even in bad genes I ensure you I'm not like you From the desk My mouse is gone And all the things Have you broke? The baby screams In the traffic He wants love He is lack He has shame of make you lulls He is empty of love to use to Even in bad genes I ensure you I'm not like you In the bath You hold your gun It's a toy But you don't know I'm afraid Of my kids Don't want to do Like you did He has shame of make you lulls He is empty of love to use to Even in bad genes I ensure you I'm not like you