and here we go again, I can but I won't open the door to him

 

and here we go again, I can but I won't open the door to him
he just has to ask me himself
I told you I hate others except the person concerned
Mr. demands of you he can beg on his knees

 I don't want his chick to paint it, it's good, 

don't confuse a dishcloth and a towel
himself we will see
and with his kindness
if not he continues to have fun
does not matter to me
and there are as many religious people as me without being
and yes
buddha's hand both
I have the right he has the left
yes
thank you we form the arms of the sky

but it's no
clear and precise
I am a busy person
and not at his service good night