Here here take my hand and you take my school meal
I just wonder if it’s crusty with my marmelade on
Here here you say you want that
Wanna fear my fear and you take my curl
So now you’re me
Do you really want it from my hand boy
You know you may be even handed
What ever you want to be
But here here you take my hand
And you be the guest in my eyes
And you’ll fear in my Skin Inn
You see you must smell a Warnin - ya
There won’t be a light in here
Don’t you smell a Do –ya - dare
We could keep a secret on my face
No one will remember it but me
And Daddy will bring a pizza for his son
Sick he can be of the marmelade
Here here I will serve myself to you just for a day
Here here you want to be me
But I didn’t tell you all
Do you really want it from my hand boy
You can be even handed
What ever you want to be
Not perfectly a team player not really a soccer
Does that mean you must die
A son did it pretty good dancing in the classes
Happy New Year
No one knew
I didn’t care about a little European White
But Karoma Brown sugar
I wanted that sweet on my stomach
Marmelade’s never enough I guess
And there you swim through my veins
Boy do you really wanna be me
You must know
All your wish’s really just a strawberry
On my bread
Do you want that from my hand
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 07/07/2006.
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