Heard Wanda’s still on a Silver Mirror’s menu gotta freckle melting on my tongue and juice so hot
Messes under his bed boy you need a therapy I said I killed the eggs spread myself in his car
But I know the other engine still won’t start then mother framed next to his officer hat
Guess I never knew a fella from
Wonder if I will hang a bird in your tree boy I’ve never seen your river but I sure have seen
Boy your mother’s doing a good job wonder if she knows where her soccer hangs around while he’s in my sheets my honey is not Cockney but I know Albert’s giving the births on every corner
‘Honey, are those cartons your mates’ I can’t just run away with you guess my baby’s still good to me your Candies just can’t buy me neither could Kuyl’s stickies you are like David Copperfield to me but I could eat you I know a popper-smelled boy how’s Michael doing these days my fear is great if agent really was a pimp Boy your dream came out you are a star
Laisina caught with me again somehow he seemed a twin to twenty eight brothers of his kind
Still she’s drowning them in she’s drowning them in she’s drowning them in while they can’t feel her skin said her toasts’ re still hottest on this earth but girl she’s drowning them in she’s drowning them in they can’t feel her skin while she’s drowning them in
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 16.06.2006.
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