Paroles de I Like It

I'm not done yet 120 soaking wet A little piece of home To hang your head upon I like it We've reached the middle somehow Move onwards to the end, I'll get up when I'm ready A little piece of home To hang your head upon I like it Called me a soldier And now they're passing me around Wait 'till I'm older Find me lying face down A little piece of home To hang your head upon I like it