Expressions
Monday, September 24, 2012
O sense
Sense O sense, you tire me
As i so run out of breath
If ever I'd have you free
Will hang you until death.
Ah noh! No, no...no, no
Like you I don't kill and slay
This is just to let you know
Will never come your way.
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