Drazen Boskic

Agent Is A Ballerina

All the lads stormed the parade sex calls

Tied up balls agent beefsteak not on his duty

Pathetic cutie that could never suit suit suit me

Lost his mother but Iím a prefect boy heíd introduce to

His father thought one more agent

Donít wanna be a guest at the

Police station just in case Iíd kill Iíd be mean

Showed me pictures of America

Moved my heart to Antarctica

Agentís monsters are all alive

Oh my God here I learn to lie

And his monsters Hugo Boss posters

Said I like my book of Marianne he said

Shall I put you on the train 

Figured itís the end of parade

So on the train insane didnít know you could put

Them on the train

Agentís monsters are all alive

Oh my God here I die

Agent beefsteak is a ballerina white socks on his feet

Sure I hate BB King and Corona beer

Agentís monsters are all alive 

Agent ballerina sucks Iím still alive Iím still alive

So all the lads left the parade

And agent beefsteakís on his duty again

Putting prisoners on the train itís his duty

Itís his duty thatíll never suit suit suit me 

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/18/2006.

 

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