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Miss Fraulein Tob Was My Monkey

t take cold The package was large and coloured But he was small The package was large and coloured But he was smaller than what I thought Sometimes his white coverall was

Where the kids bind Their chains Where the kids now spits I don't, I don't know why In this century we can feel Some sad emotions like? Kids tie their

With yours earphones Into the ears With a fashionable dress Now your hair are like A rainbow Speaking with non-existent words We hate you We hate you

now, open now all my skills So that now I can understand who are you for me When the phone rang Maybe the war was ending But the guns in my head didn

I believe in a short word That I can't explain I think that a song is like a sexual image It's no crime I know that you are full of love I kwon that