Ironic
I know something ironic
Something like a baileys with tonic
When the first time we met
You looked like a cat
We where in love
But Who noticed that?
Or what about kebab with pork?
We where separated from each other
and we both found another
Now we stand here agian
Like it all began...
Something like a baileys with tonic
When the first time we met
You looked like a cat
We where in love
But Who noticed that?
Or what about kebab with pork?
We where separated from each other
and we both found another
Now we stand here agian
Like it all began...
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| Auteur: Mr.Noid | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 januari 2007 | ||
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