I am a fool
who is aint cool
I am a fool
Could be called a tool
I am the boy who is a lame now
what do i do
She smiled a thousand now
and i am just not cool
I am a fool
who just aint cool
Should I act black now
That just won't do
She playing with her hair now
a kiss just won't do
She looking at my lips now
I do what I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem