I'm chasing for your sight
I'm staking at my lucky star
But every step to you is very hard
I am afraid of your slight
I'm a novel hero as you are
It's dangerous you know so be on guard
Why don't you spell it may be well
My dear Mirabelle
I can I shall respect your self
That's what I tell
But you rebel
Okay see you in hell
My only my dear Mirabelle
So as the story goes
I have the worse on the stroke
And I should worry no surrender now
I'd cuddle all of my foes
Especially you and your old god damned folks
I'll get the happiness somewhere somehow
четверг, 14 июня 2007 г.
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