Unidad Funcional

Percussion baby walking down the street. Preattiest lady that you'll ever meet. Percussion baby on the cover of a magazine. The loveliest lady that you've ever seen. But don't say maybe 'cos I'm not a little boy. Percussion baby don't treat me like a toy. Becose everyday is Sunday when you're so full of joy. Percussion baby, I'm not your little boy. Percussion baby I don't want to see you fade away. Leaving right now here is the best way. Percussion baby hear you walk away. I hear the tip, tap, tapping of your high heels. Saying...you're going away. Never on a Sunday. When I feel you're no more here. Percussion baby I'm so full of fear. You never said maybe. But I'm not your little toy. Oooh, percussion baby I'm not your little boy.