Dream by Daan
How did you do,
get stuck on my front?
Not even blond.
You made it t0o bont.
You wanted me more than I needed you.
You fly the broom!
You took my credit card to pay for my doom.
Back to the bays buzzing zoom.
I think I'll do
dance without you,
hoping that you
stick to your glue.
Nothing you do can make my dream come true.
View from a bitch.
Can't take you no more.
Lower your pitch.
You sing like a whore.
And every time I hear your name I stop.
Don't like the smell.
Don't like the rumors that you spread oh so well.
Some people think I was fooled,
ganz overruled.
I don't need you.
To get the clue,
stick to your crew.
Nothing you do can make my dream come true.
Now that you're gone,
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