THE Romeo & Juliet Carmageddon
The
Fortuneteller
Oh my dear, my dear, my dear
Is this how beauty speaks to you?
Is this how beauty speaks to you?
no one could catch her
The fox slipped out of the forest,
no one could catch her
just to get to the whorehouse
just to get to the whorehouse
she spilled milk on my shoulder
I heard I get the idea of a ghost in my city
I heard I get the idea of a ghost in my city
