Haven’t smelled Djarum for three days are you in here
This time even Easter’s crept away
As fast as a raindrop ran off my window
Something strange on days like these
Remembering as I was saying
The Undurraga’s usually red to us
but I am talking over adulthood can’t you see
It’s not our blood anymore
He just blew me a groce clove cloud to deal with
Couldn’t he or didn’t he want to see
Haven’t smelled Java’s Fella’s for three days
Don’t know what he means when he says
These overages don’t make a difference
He said that we are them and that they’re us
Couldn’t he or didn’t he want to hear
Friend think I am inanimate in here I think free
But for that Sweet’s under ages still maladjusted
Baby guess we’re not them and they’re not us
Even still usually red for us
Can’t you see it’s not our blood
I got logged onto personals
Where a niece’s becoming eighteen
What you’ve got in your hand girl
The elixir of your youth
But you have a guest called Play Breaker
Here may I have him if everyone has Left and Right
While I’ll be hanging in between
Golden Necklaces oh my
You just drink your blood and I’ll be drinking mine
Mother don’t wanna red
I want green eggs
Do I need to beg
Please take me out of here
And in the morning
They’re all still here brunching
Guess girl he is missing
Boy can’t you see can’t you hear me
We’re not them and they’re not us
Even still usually red for us
Can’t you see it’s not our blood
But let’s go on
Undurraga will still be waiting
He just blew me a groce clove cloud to deal with
Couldn’t he or didn’t he want to hear me
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 03.07.2006.
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