There is no rest for the wicked #Cuandosecumplenlos40

There is no rest for the wicked,

Mostly when it’s close to your 40’s

Mostly if you have lost nearly all you hair from your body

Maybe’cause you felt many times as a fallen blossom.

 

Ain’t no rest for the wicked,

The soul said to me, it was hanging around and yelling

Moving Far West

As a mate attached to destiny.

 

There won’t be a rest for the wicked,

The old lady cramped

But it remains loose

Don’t bother you look for

The sidewalk still will be clear.

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