Teresa

In dead times strong winds do harm,
And the vain pleasure of companies brings no salt.
She tried to be different
To see if she could
The dance she wanted
Until the end of the day.

Put the pack on the table,
Hand on Teresa
And feet on the ground.
You'll end up caught for wanting so much attention.

The color ends if there's no in her missal
Things that make you feel good but taste bad.
Hoping to be different
Then at the end of the day
To reach the end of the day
To feel like a person.

Put the pack on the table,
Hand on Teresa
And feet on the ground.
You'll end up caught for wanting so much attention.

Put the pack on the table,
Hand on Teresa
And feet on the ground.
You'll end up caught for wanting so much attention.