Telephone Chip '09
Make my bed
Stewards Daughter
Working hard in
my NHEW hotel
You wear me as a
Star round your neck
But i am no longer
your MindVulpen Pall
Abracadabra i will
not Cop a Feeling
And i will also not
break your dance
You are blessed
if you spit on Israel
But will have to pay
if you bet on the Pop-Els
So wash my feet if you want,
but spare me a empty rant
Just let your dad make
me a hellish Salmon Pasta
Stewards Daughter
Working hard in
my NHEW hotel
You wear me as a
Star round your neck
But i am no longer
your MindVulpen Pall
Abracadabra i will
not Cop a Feeling
And i will also not
break your dance
You are blessed
if you spit on Israel
But will have to pay
if you bet on the Pop-Els
So wash my feet if you want,
but spare me a empty rant
Just let your dad make
me a hellish Salmon Pasta
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: David de Vreer | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2025 | ||
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