Oh, Henrik, dear
Don't you have anything less gloomy to practice?
It isn't gloomy: it's profound
Well... Can't you be profound... later?
You're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
He ate out of Ben's fridge. Ooo!
You're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
We carry on
Waste half the day
You're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
Dollie don't know sexy
And he never had no childhood
Playing round the cabin door
And he never had no mammy
For to chuck him off the floor
You're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
We carry on
Waste half the day
You're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
And I'm mad at you
You're mad at me
But you're mad at me
I'm mad at you
I'm mad at you
I'm mad at you
I'm mad at you

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