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 Im a prefect boy hed introduce to

His father thought one more agent

Dont wanna be a guest at the

Police station just in case Id kill Id be mean

Showed me pictures of America

Moved my heart to Antarctica

Agents 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 its the end of parade

So on the train insane didnt know you could put

Them on the train

Agents 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

Agents monsters are all alive 

Agent ballerina sucks Im still alive Im still alive

So all the lads left the parade

And agent beefsteaks on his duty again

Putting prisoners on the train its his duty

Its his duty thatll never suit suit suit me 

 

 

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

 

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