Written by Thomas Tol/Jan Tuijp/C. Tol
On the island of my
You write your love rhymes to me
Your words sound like
Well she looks 'round the corner then she came inside
She
Get out of my life
I beg you to go now
For
Ja
Achetez mes gens , voyons , achetez mes fleurs
C'est la
I tried to be a famous guitar man
A star, a
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