Zomaar ik
Your socks they smell, your feet they stink,
You never take a bath.
Your nose it runs, you bust your buns,
You always finish last.
Sick! Of! Youuuuu.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Your face is gross, you eat white toast,
You don't know what to do.
It's just your luck, you really suck,
That's all - I'm sick of you
Don't ya know? So sick of you.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Human filth.. Sick!
You never take a bath.
Your nose it runs, you bust your buns,
You always finish last.
Sick! Of! Youuuuu.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Your face is gross, you eat white toast,
You don't know what to do.
It's just your luck, you really suck,
That's all - I'm sick of you
Don't ya know? So sick of you.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Human filth.. Sick!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| mamsiemomo: | Zondag, februari 12, 2006 22:08 |
| haha, lekker recht voor zijn raap. Hou ik wel van! | |
| aaargghzz: | Zondag, februari 12, 2006 22:02 |
| inspirerend! | |
| aaargghzz: | Zondag, februari 12, 2006 22:02 |
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| Auteur: Zomaar ik | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2006 | ||
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