I
feel guilty, but I’m the champion’s tonight because I’ve got the cigarette among
this finger finally.
Doesn’t
matter to walking through the night, I love my life.
Doesn’t
matter to hear the music’s so loudly in the midde of the night, because I’m free
now.
I’m
sleepy but I hate to sleep, hate to leave my cigarette all alone.
I
really found the happiness, a big happiness.
I’m
a good boy after all.
The
good boy who’s ready to meet tomorrow morning.
Thank,
God! Love you so bad…
