Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Walker And The Pimps - $rp9a
Hi there As the topographic sea Flows into the phone Goodbye And the colors change New palettes in my eyes Is it my mind I fried the omelet. Welcome You got mail As the purple car goes down the Mushroom in the microphone We`ve got a bunny here. Maybe it`s just me. Maybe it`s not just you Maybe it is me Maybe it`s the palette in my ear How do things work The omelet is burning My stomach hurts my fruit loops are getting cold
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