A classic phrase, he磔 trying to find out, A gnarly phase,
whatever磔 there to doubt Whatever磔 there to doubt.
I� not immune

Words come out but not in tune for you I� not immune
You Are barking all too soon at me
Alone in line, for me to turn away
And what is fine, would be in what you say would be in what you say
I� not immune. Words come out but not in tune for you
I� not immune. You are barking all too soon at me
A classic phrase again
A gnarly phase pretend
Wants me to turn away
Because I� not what you see!
I� not immune Words come out but not in tune for you
I� not immune You are barking all too soon at me, at me, at me
You are barking all too soon at me, at me, at me
I� not immune to you