19. Januar 2011

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea/Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell/Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul in what I do/Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue/It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you

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