Run like a gay bandit
The police cry when your baby dies
The music is so loud and we're in a cloud
You move like my cats and we fly like bats
Girls love the store and boys they want more
My skin is dirty and your hair is greasy
Your beautiful shoelace slaps my face
Such a dishonor to a pretty face
Impress to thrust and undress to progress
Excess in the process and access to success.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI