Fettle little stains on a thermal floor
Fettle them all before they come
Think I killed Bart ‘s biggest fan
I delivered him a scuttle
Father
Want my lego’s back
And share our turquoise sofa with you
Rohr’s blonde won’t be lifting weight anymore
I made him cold
I made him feel bored
I made him cold
Fettle little stains
It’s just one less of a million Simpson’s fans
Fettle little stains
It’s just that he got too many teeth
Or will there be Rota’s whites
That would say this little Rosicrucian hadn’t got a right
Or just an institution
Where I’d blow up the rest of my mission
But I didn’t eat him
Father
But I didn’t eat him
No
Like I have been told by love
Though starting with his heart
Never seemed bad
Wish I had
Wish I had
Fettle little stains
Fettle little stains
Fettle little stains
Fettle little stains
Fettle little stains
Alle Rechte an diesem Beitrag liegen beim Autoren. Der Beitrag wurde auf e-Stories.org vom Autor eingeschickt Drazen Boskic.
Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 23.06.2006.
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