He you bowling sjoe,
Can Loe reed a good map?
Loe can and U2.
Kakking on the street,
Old man Guido never meet
Again.
Probebly he's dad (or FRiend)
can tell us,
is he dead?
He joe bowling sjoe,
Prutteling chicken in you're kichen.
Waiting for Loe ,
to put you're finger in.
AIM forgotten,
Have I been here before?
Maybe red sok knows.
He joe bowling sjoe,
Dit joe like the Paelinck toe?
A stamboom can grow out of this,
joe know?
Joe have known,
but you're forgotten
I have won the game
but joe danced so
beautyfull
you're tango
and then
joe broke the kegels.
He joe bowling sjoe,
let's skate in front of
a bib
And when the big boys come,
we can hide behind a (sixty-)tree.
He joe bowling sjoe,
I just want to say
that my place is in you're sofa
and that we will meet again
to trow things away ,
till
things fall
out of the sky
sometimes a brochure
sometimes the beginning
of an automnstory.
Posted by kika_vollaile
at 10:28 AM CET
