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Recent Articles Recent Comments Recent Trackbacks Calendar Archive Link Search Spelar inte langre nagon roll Men ingen, ingen, ingen, ingen hor But no one, no one, no one, no one hears... Ingen, ingen, ingen, ingen hor No one, no one, no one, no one hears... Ingen, ingen, ingen, ingen hor No one, no one, no one, no one hears... Ingen, ingen, ingen, ingen hor No one, no one, no one, no one hears... Och gast ikvall ar Jesus Our guest tonight is Jesus Han har kickat heroin He's kicked his heroïne habit Han lappjar pa sitt glas He's sipping from his glass Och Ramlosa blir vin And mineral water becomes wine Han berattar om sina vapen He tells about his weapon Sin tid i San Tropez His time in Saint-Tropez Om att ge sig sjalv en chans About giving himself a chance Om sin nya Z3 About his new (BMW) Z3 I en varld av idioter In a world of idiots Star han forst i kon He stands first in line Han berattar framfor kameran He talks in front of the camera Om hur han bytte kon About how he changed his sex Eller nat helt annat Or something completely else Som ocksa ar privat Which is private as well Om alla dom han alskat About every one he loved Och dom han bara sog av About those he only gave head Men han sa alltid nej But he always said no *Socker = Sugar |
