He's gone away

He's so distracted

He must be sick in some way

well so they say

He's already gone home

That´s why he is all alone



Invisable to the eye



Hey, three is a crowd

I´ll see you tomorrow

Hey, three is a crowd

Stay away until tomorrow



Look at his hair

Look at those clothes that he wear

Let's pick a fight with him were

Everybody can see

Let's fool him to come around

Then he'll get his face pound



He gets on my nerves all the time



You fucked up.



You're busy on your back

Trying out everybody