Letra de Esquerita, Little Richard
Poor little head My mind is not where it belongs Always in a narrow space Rended, ceded between death and not death, apartIgnore grief, ignore grief, ignore griefThe atoms that make up my will Obsess not off nor on a teen angel Will tarry in parts And litter the roadway for as long as they canIgnore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignorе grief Ignore grief, ignorе grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore griefEsquerita, Little Richard Tears of Blood, Clouds of Glitter Esquerita, Little Richard Blood of Tears, Hot PepperWhat are you doing later? I can't make my mind mind Anything could happen Tear it up, strut your stuff Be disappointed when you wake up Ignore grief, ignore grief