Well, i´m sitting in my window Watching all the teenes Cruising in the street Showing their minies And they shake what they've got Up and down like a ball But I know they'll stop shaking When the rain falls...
Rain will fall...
So please don't tell me stories 'cause I know how it ends They always say fuck off When I take off my pants I´ve got no smell of chanel And my car is too small But it's dry inside So the rain can fall...
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