midnight coctails
do you remember the nights
when you slept over?
we woke up at midnight
and put on really loud music
our mam's made us coctails
they were blue and yellow
without alcohol offcourse
we were like ... seven .. ? ..
we danced and jumped
run around , thrue the hole house
in our mickey mouse pyjama's
everything was so perfect
remember those times??
and when we were tired
our mam's red us a story
about a perfect dreamworld
where we would always live in
well, i have a confession to make
i stept out of that world
i'm sorry
it was an accident
when you slept over?
we woke up at midnight
and put on really loud music
our mam's made us coctails
they were blue and yellow
without alcohol offcourse
we were like ... seven .. ? ..
we danced and jumped
run around , thrue the hole house
in our mickey mouse pyjama's
everything was so perfect
remember those times??
and when we were tired
our mam's red us a story
about a perfect dreamworld
where we would always live in
well, i have a confession to make
i stept out of that world
i'm sorry
it was an accident
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| MayadeBij: | Donderdag, juni 13, 2002 19:52 |
| Wat een heerlijk beeld, leuke mamma's als ik het zo hoor! Ik word er helemaal gelukkig van als ik dat zo lees... | |
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| Auteur: dauwe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juni 2002 | ||
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