It's not a song
It's not a stereo
You can be known girl
I'm not a maniac
Tokyo playboys
Lo! you fucking crap
Six sounds better
You can't stop us
Two months later
You!
You leave me bum a rid
I know your friendly pal
Oh!
She's fucking rip
You fell
Tell's all your playboys
Oh you fucking phony slob
Tiny master bawl
Your papper heart on top
Hey what a song are you fucking ready for Ping Pong
It's not a song
It's not a stereo
You can be known girl
I'm not a maniac
Tokyo playboys
Lo! you fucking crap
Six sounds better
You can't stop us
Two months later
Rave about my fever quest
I'm not a fucking flits
Like on playboy meet
I let it pass couse I’ve done it
And don’t be sorry
They are very snotty
Fucking playboys
In this story
Hey what a song are you fucking ready for Ping Pong