Kleineru
sâmbătă, 3 decembrie 2011
The story of a vagabond
She roamed around the cities
Searching for her fortune and fame
No man ever got to know her name
Shame, but that was her game
Gave a girl a baby boy
She said "This child is my pride and joy"
"I'm busy running wild and free"
"Make sure he grows up like me"
And I'm a vagabond...
I. Walking this vagabond shoes
II. Only the poor appreciates a penny
III. I've never known what sweet caress is. Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown
IX. Where is the love to be found? Won't someone tell me?
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Vivien, Vivi, Livia. Industrial beauty
Paint it white and black. Why black and white?
To be beautiful...
... you got to work hard!
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