Om man inte tänkte så mycket, skulle allt bli bättre då?

Ljuvt, så ljuvt

Att skela utan mening

I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin in the snow
And I turned around and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime

Rubrik Rubrik Rubrik

I came to ask you out
Been wanting to for days
Will you go with me tonight?
I will pick you up on my blue motorbike

Alltid samma visa

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