CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Son

I'll never be open to the idea of
My son being left out
I don't care if it builds character
I need him to be happy always, always
'Cause I'll never be open to the idea of
My son being left out, left out, left out

He's not around yet
Oh, I love him
He's not around yet
Oh, how I love him
Oh, love him
Oh, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Every moment will sit inside of his consciеnce
Easy and take naps therе
He can try my coffee and off he goes to constantly be included, 'cluded
'Cause I'll never be open to the idea of
My son being left out, left out, left out

He's not around yet
Oh, but I love him
He's not around yet
Oh, how I love him
He's
My
Responsibility
f**k