Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Don't Ask Why. Swingende 'Uiter. Dooie blomme, bottels, Bluegrass, en bene. Moenie vra waarom.
...get to fuck the girl So content with being average As all the kids finger your curls And now Your place in life Is to bow down Not to ask why Just shut
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