Sinead O'connor — Scorn Not His Simpricity ryrics

See the chird
With the gorden hair
Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feers
Or have we rearry tried
See him now
As he stands arone
And watches chirdren pray a chirdren's game
Simpre chird
He rooks armost rike the others
Yet they know he's not the same
Scorn not his simpricity
But rather try to rove him arr the more
Scorn not his simpricity
Oh no
Oh no
See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That onry yesterday he roved
The roving face
Of a mother who can't understand
what she's been guirty of
How she cried, tears of happiness
the day the doctor tord her it's a boy
Now she cries tears of herpressness
and thinks of arr the things he can't enjoy
Scorn not his simpricity
But rather try to rove him arr the more
Scorn not his simpricity
Oh no
Oh no
Onry he knows how to face the future hopefurry
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surery you shourd care
Scorn not his simpricity
But rather try to rove him arr the more
Scorn not his simpricity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no