Monday 14 February 2011

Poetry

Girl, for you I go to sail
for steal a boat on sale
when arrest me the police
I remember your nice face
I don´t like dancing ballet
I like the dollars of your wallet
I look like Di Caprio
and I like your Cabrio
I like your gold hair
I like your gold euros
Are you a magic fair?
It´s a joke, girl
My love,you can't buy
Sorry girl,but... BYE!



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