Esquerita, Little Richard

Poor little head
My mind is not where it belongs
Always in a narrow space
Rended
Ceded
Between death and not death
Apart

Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief

The atoms that make up my will
Obsess not off nor on a teen angel
Will tarry in parts
And litter the roadway for as long as they can

Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief
Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief
Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignorе grief
Ignore grief, ignorе grief, ignore grief
Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief
Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief
Ignore grief, ignore grief, ignore grief

Esquerita, Little Richard
Tears of blood
Clouds of glitter
Esquerita, Little Richard
Blood of tears, hot pepper

What are you doing later?
I can't make my mind mind
Anything could happen
Tear it up, strut your stuff
Be disappointed when you wake up
Ignore grief, ignore grief