Friday, April 27, 2012
(sounds like dirt xv)
up, up, up and down
turn, turn, turn around
round, round, round about
and over again
gun, gun, son of a gun
you are the only one
makes any difference to what i say
the sun shines in the bedroom
when we play
the raining always stars
when you go away
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