He would be true, he would be too. Running and sweating to let all be new. Renewed to be down, he is so lone, he has some synthetised bubble. And lives in, hard as a pin.

There are fishes until you can't see. Into the deep, there some eyes, that look at you. There are stars in the sea, there are animals to let you be, in the deepest of seas, there are some lights.

Please mister I need the money. I am young, you where too, please understand what it means. I am not selling, I just want some time to stand up. Pleas miss, rent my town.

Warm is the summer. Hot is the time. No water, it's hotter. And I can see your thirsty mouth. It would be cool, it would refresh, a beer, a keg, with ice to freeze. I want it be.

I wish I'd be inside your head, behind your eyes I want to share, the feel and see the sceneries from where you are. I won't be mean, I will share them, I will let you know that I love them.

Make the dessert. Make it light, make it sweet, make me love it, I want to eat. With delectation I want to taste its lemon curd, nothing will ever beat it.

The old lady was in the flower shop since this morning, and no one could reall figure what she wanted. She wandered between plants and flowers, but suddenly screamed: These are the ones I'd like!

Michael, you might better know that: zdzfue strimm the blubb! And if you don't like that you might as well grgr just my str, or else.

It is yellow, it is strong, it flies through the air like a speeding bullet, it is Super Canary. He will be there whenever the poor and the needy will be in trouble, to whistle them an annoying and cute little song.

Dancing and rolling. Rocking and stomping, this is the steaming punk ska you all believe in. Funking and shacking. Sweating and freaking. This is the dance you all wish to loose your mind on.