So they write this a long one and they call it a mixture

Oh they huge forget to set up just like a restlest restlency

What was fuck and what was fantasy and what was talk about

How would you figure if I come a proportion if I was cut of tune a little more

He’s natural on his feet often if he doesn’t turn into a ship

I swing a Tree I cannot ravage upon

Goethe was right: While poetry can steal minutes…

And the fun belongs to the intense competition

Mom, I like those little Houses that you get

Who else to inspire dreams come true as a natural revolutionary