- cifra
I'm sin,
Done in water
You might be over hill
He's somebody's daughter
As far as Liz well knows
Sin me a black one
Bubbled in a big sun
Open with a cast ray
A mystery mind
He sits her with father
We seem so in a two
Open up a C.A.T. scan
White leather free land
Wishy little be scar
Half-made mind
Elvis had a daughter
Not half boned siksura
Heavy Betty big bone
Little kitty fig bomb
I'm no feet less
Keep me one
Eat more with your collar
Call egg mig mig me in may
Time is a big one
Only have to free us all
Misery to hope laid
Have them with the bong hit
Exit measured one seev
And I'm break and kickin gray
I'm rigging with the clothes bend
I hang my bong
