I‘m not looking for a man./ I‘m ok on my own. But you are kind of cute. Listen, i‘m going to tell you a story about myself. I‘m particularly funny./ A horse comes into a bar. The barkeeper says: Hey why pulling such a long face?/ Hehehe.
Anyway. Here, True story./ During the bookbinding course. 9:30 am./ We were supposed to design a book cover./ And because ‚retro‘ is so up to date within art students,/ i chose a cream coloured flowery wallpaper./ It was so ugly.
Hey, Sheree, look, how disgusting is this!/ Oh yeah! Shit! I have to pimp it!/ With a bold black marker!/ Why don‘t you write „Punk‘s not dead!“
Or „Slayeeer!“/ „God‘s not dead!“/ „The holocaust is a lie!“
Hehehhehh...oh shit.
It was the 27th of January. The day of remembrance of the victims of nationalsocialism.
Think before you speak. That would be clever./ Well, if you still want me now, please call me./ Marriage provides fiscal advantages!/ Hehehe.