While sitting back in the bus I saw sweety lass in front of us
She seems to be like that the falling blond hair over her cat
Extremely beautifull and fair you can't find such a girl elsewhere
Curiously, I turned left and right I still can't see the sight
Once looking here and once there doing anything just to see her
Watch your steps; Watch your steps Thanks for joining our trips
That's what the driver say it is time of truth; it is time to pray
But what the hell of what I've seen ugly one need to be cleaned
Yes mate you should be blind If you are sitting behind
Be the first in everything you do not a bad one believing voodoo
- Author: Bandiras86 ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2011 11:36
- Category: Unclassified
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