When the [bad word] in my mind
And I forget 
My second life
But look at me
In my pinky times

I don't care
If you think of me
That I'm guilty
I kniw my face
Is looking right
All this could be alright for me
 [bad word] 
Never can kill my pretty face
Never can shoot me in the back
Nothin can kill my younger dreams
Cause a dream is hard to die

Now the days [bad word] by
Without a lie
I'm feeling fine
Now look at me [bad word] wild

I don't care
If you think of me
That I'm guilty
I kniw my face
Is looking right
All this could be alright for me