Holding on, holding on
Every round she sings
When it's time for war.
Every rising sun
Has a right to go down.
Holding on, holding on
Every honey bee
Gets some peace of mind.
Every lovely guest
Gets a glass of fine wine,
So make some little babies.
Holding on, holding on
Love, love
Love love love love love
I do love
Love, love
I fucking love you, I fucking love you
I'm not fooling anyone.
A few more 'til the world is ready;
It won't be sick anymore,
As long as that's what keeps you happy.
Holding on, holding on
Love, love
Love love love love love
I do love
Love, love
I fucking love you, I fucking love you

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN