Mack with Jeans

indeed one shall fancy their own flesh n blud. with a bit of a jazz drumming like the jungle book from the old days when he talk ratha nice im afraid. i wish not to descuss further on that matter im brave.
furry like so when the night is young and the moon is cold just like the lady i saw. not my lady, my lady she is allways there.

i do have 3 you see for you have seen them. look at you yapping away like few about women with cold strings.
ill make them warm when i do the rythm dance. angry naighberhud with the dogs all barking. barb-wire all sorts of likirish and nail polish. musterd in the face like mad.

do you understand the words that lead behind this scentence    -   tell meh not for i shall already have the awnser.

 - Emil - Alves - Andreasson -
yapping away like few.

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