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I am lonely in this room, thinking on this time I fell the sickness inside you, talking of your life Why.
Singing Amsterdam we laugh, but when you come inside You sound so boastful but you try, to seems like us but it’s a lie.
I know what is good for you A shatzu massage, this is good An ostrich on heat on your back And your bones is going to breack
Now you start to see the truth, but you can’t feel your arm All the night you’ll be with us, but you can never see us Why.
You try to reply but it returns, you’ve never think so fool From this time you’ll change your mind, from now you’ll never come alive
I know what is good for you A shatzu massage, that is good An angry striped skunk for you And your shoulder’s not so good I know what is good for you A shatzu massage, this is good An ostrich on heat on your back And your bones is going to breack
I know what is good for you A shatzu massage, that is good An armadillo on your back And your bones is going to breack I know what is good for you A shatzu massage, this is good An ostrich on heat on your back And your bones is going to breack
Edited by BadIntentioned - 23/2/2004, 17:54
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