Once upon a time there was a beautiful puppy
he was head over heels in love,
with a puppy who didn't believe in old fairy tales
For so much love the dog had poems,
I still talk to you as he spoke,< br/>he was already speaking in verse.
As so many times from where he appeared, you had the feeling that he was dictating when he walked arm in arm with her,
and to understand how heavy his words were, you had to put a sky with stars
But all this for dancing, singing a bit, she dreamed of happiness but she didn't get anything
How does she know to be happy
only looking for others she will find you.< br/>And look, one day the chalk says to the chalk:
"why do you want to conquer me, bring me the duck
you go there slowly, you opened, ready the duck,
you put it in the sack and bring it to me and that's it"
Chorus:
Curly-haired puppy
He steals the duck from the coop
He swears he won't steal
But he -I caught the duck in my mouth
But at the moment now the facts are bigger The puppy is full of words like wild apples
The self-confident puppy prepares its jump knowing that if he doesn't try, someone else will try
In some places fires often try him but passing by,
his heart beats on the right, but on the left
Love seems to him but still sweet,
forgetting for a moment when to have given birth to her and why.
The longer the night, the longer the moon
The risk is high, but the puppy is also good-good
Arriving at the place where the problem is, the feeling is tight
If he needs a hand
Like hail culture
Unfortunately, the calculation as they say with the one at home in the market is not assumed
How does he know that he misses he's going to show him what it means to be a black belt in karate
Chorus:
Curly-haired puppy
He's getting beat in the coop
He swears to himself
No maï step on the duck

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