You tell me how I must be
When and where I must be
You tell that you have never doubt about the way
That you can´t explain yourself how I do
You tell how I should solve my life
You´re always that little voice into my head
It seems as though the single thing you do
Is stay at my home and say how I should live
*Don´t get me wrong but I can´t stand you anymore
Your voice is like the church bells
And in what I don´t wanna become is
In someone like you (x2)*
I´m back home hearing the sing of birds
Lying in the Paraguayan hammock
After long hours of work in something I really hate
Thought I´d be alone but it wasn´t like that
There she was again with a lot of noise to do
*Chorus
I´m fed up of people like her
That have too much spare time
And they fill it annoying someone else
I´m sorry… no I don´t sorry anyway
You got me sick with your stories
Why don´t you look for someone else to bother?
I´m sorry for that someone else I hang this trouble
But I don´t wanna hear the noise of the electric saw in my ear anymore
*Chorus (x2)
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