Eight Line Poem
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
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Сломай Меня!
(Музыка и Слова – Блондинка КсЮ) Если мне сломают ручки, - Вырастут, вырастут крылышки Если мне выколют глазки, - Я больше не увижу зла Если мне сделают больно, - Я больше ничего не почувствую Но
Absent From You
Maybe I misunderstood I thought I was due a reprove I don't want these feelings to end But why am I lonely in bed I cried all my tears on my pillow Feeling ashamed of
Big Bad Bill (Is Sweet William Now)
In the town of Louisville they got a man called Big Bad Bill I want to tell you he sure was tough Yeah all folks scared to death when he walked by
Julen Ar Har Igen
It all started up when I was fighting with a cop. At least I could stop. I guess I couldn't stop. Hey, I'm the voice now 'n' you have only one choice. I
Und So Weiter
1-2-3-4 Er liebt Arbeit und Familie, trinkt nie und hat feste Ziele. Er hat Angst vor Abenteuern, zahlt regelm??ig seine Steuern. Und so weiter, und so weiter, und so weiter, und so weiter. Im Urlaub geht es