I, I don't like what I write

So I'm going, and I won't just be

I'll say what a woman is made

And I would like to be Suzanne

But now you said she was boring

Why she'd listen to you, to you

You're never here

Give the life more than end

That our safe

The good man, he cry

Playing just blooming to see

Where he never sleeping

Doesn't she turns to down

And goes around