The rain is pattering on the street
I look through the window, which quickly fogs up
And the kitchen, full of dishes
I have Boudewijn de Groot, on a portable stereo
T 'is a love song, from a large silver radio
I don't want people around me
They complain about stone and bone
What can I do, I just stay here
And drink just some more of my beer
I have Boudewijn de Groot, on a portable stereo
It's a love song, from a big silver radio
I have Boudewijn de Groot, on a portable stereo< br/>T'is a love song, from a large silver radio
I have Boudewijn de Groot, on a portable stereo
T'is a love song, from a large silver radio
T'is a love song, from a big silver radio
It's a love song, from a big silver radio
It's a love song, from a big silver radio
T'is a love song, from a big silver radio
It's a love song, from a big silver radio
T'is a love song, from a big silver radio
T'is a love song, from a big silver radio
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