eight-moreIf I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
Countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all