Indigestible Testo

I see her tremendous joy in a smiling face... it kind of matters the way she moves, the way it bothers me
WhatÝ´s the use of worrying... I canÝ´t do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
A short distance away... imprison my immoral side Violent dislike is here to stay... I have to find a way
WhatÝ´s the use of worrying... I canÝ´t do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
Constant without a momentÝ´s respite... reject all my offers of compassion
I could never deny... youÝ´re indigestible
WhatÝ´s the use of worrying... I canÝ´t do anything about it... so why are we always complaining