Perfect Is The Word
Perfect is the word, it's some may think that the lost souls want
Well not me i know things, know things, things that i wish i had not
No worries, it is my destiny to be where i am... a tick or a tock on the bomb
Waitiiiiiiiiiing
Cuz i don't run away nah-ah
I won't run away,
Cowards run away ah-hah
I won't run away, i won't run away, not me baby
I won't run away,
Cowards run away, uh-hah
Safety is the word, it's some may think that the lost souls want
Well not me i seen things, seen things, things that i wish i had not
Don't cry for me, it is my destiny to be where i am... a tick or a tock on the bomb
Waitiiiiiiiiiing
Cuz i don't run away nah-ah
I won't run away,
Cowards run away ah-hah
I won't run away, i won't run away, not me baby
I won't run away,
Cowards run away, uh-hah
Perfecto es la palabra
Perfecto es la palabra, algunos pueden pensar que las almas perdidas quieren
Bueno, no yo, sé cosas, cosas que desearía no haber sabido
Sin preocupaciones, es mi destino estar donde estoy... un tic-tac en la bomba
Esperandooooo
Porque no huyo, nah-ah
No huiré,
Los cobardes huyen, ah-hah
No huiré, no huiré, no yo, bebé
No huiré,
Los cobardes huyen, uh-hah
Seguridad es la palabra, algunos pueden pensar que las almas perdidas quieren
Bueno, no yo, he visto cosas, cosas que desearía no haber visto
No llores por mí, es mi destino estar donde estoy... un tic-tac en la bomba
Esperandooooo
Porque no huyo, nah-ah
No huiré,
Los cobardes huyen, ah-hah
No huiré, no huiré, no yo, bebé
No huiré,
Los cobardes huyen, uh-hah