Testo: View (The). Hats Off To The Buskers. Don't Tell Me.

I don?t know what I have done,
But I?m sure I will in the next five seconds,
You see I have a telephone,
When people call they don?t stop ringing for me,

Last night was as mystery,
So the words can create a picture for my mind to see,
Pictures seem to make me sweat,
Something in the morning my sisters told me I would regret.

Refuse to believe what you just told me,
Refuse to believe till you tell me slowly,
Or bring me down gradually.

Aron see he under-stands,
He?s not afraid to tell me about my late night shenanigans,
See I was put here for the world to see,
You can?t tell me where I?m going or tell me who I?d like to be,

I don?t intend to stop my drinkin?,
I know I should and it?s clever thinkin?,
But don?t tell me...

I don?t know what I have done, but I?m sure I will,
In the next five seconds,
You see I have a telephone,
And when people call they don?t stop ringing for me.

Things they change as you get older,
No longer a devil on each shoulder,
But please, please, please... don?t tell me