That boy don't walk
And don't talk,
He just races a lap.
He knows that
Racing tear pass,
Tears will stay away at back.
His speed is near supersonic,
It's over two thousand miles.
If he wants so much to scape,
Is his speed too low or high ?
Girl, don't think he scapes from you.
He must learn how to be free.
Yes, he felt a little gilty,
I know that, that boy was me.
If he slight obligations,
Could it be on other way ?
He's afraid to be happy
But that boy want it to play.
That boy don't walk
Not even won't talk.
He's just racing other lap.
He knows that
Racing tear will pass,
Tears will stay away at back.
His speed is almost supersonic,
It's over two thousand miles.
If he wants so much to scape,
Is his speed too low or high ?
