Once she’s back, hide away
No one’s seen her face today
There she walks, in a trance
Is it good, is it bad, is it?
Once she stops, please be fast
Her kind days aren’t made to last
There she goes, up the stairs
Is she high is she down, is she?
dinsdag 1 september 2009
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