What a shame.
I could not behave in this way
leave half a glass of St. Feuillien on the table.
Feui Sorry, do not happen again, I swear.
I know, a lot has nothing to do with the post ... but I wanted to put it, a beautiful text.
A green plastic watering can For a fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans To get rid of Itself It wears her out, it wears her out It wears her out, it wears her out She lives with a broken man A cracked polystyrene man Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery On girls in the eighties But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted All the time, all the time
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