Well, I don't have to think Because I have the feeling, and the right to choose What I am inside You have the ideas, I have the opinion and they don't Know what to do with their lives Just like wacky kids looking for a hard love Talking about girls waiting, for a hug I thing that something still lacking But it seems not to be, I need no enemy My brain and my nerves are contracting I need your eyes to see What's inside of me.