It was G8 wedding day,
the old folk wished them well.
You can see that the air in this room are the matter of sales.
And now the young miss sure and my damn head
rung the chapel bell.
Said I be,
said the old folk,
go to show them that you're tell.
They turned it up in the heart,
they waited to roll Robots sale.
The cold rain it won't rain with TV,
Junior and Jean Durell.
But when care for work,
a little money come a work out well.
Said I be,
said the old folk,
go to show them that you're tell.
They had a high people,
no boy didn't let it blast.
700 liter rings on a rock, rhythm and jazz.
The red sun went down,
the red chapel while the music fell.
Said I be,
said the old folk,
go to show them that you're tell.
Well share.
They drove him down to Rollins to celebrate the anniversary.
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely Madame Esel.
Selahie said the old folk told a show and they can't tell.
It was a teenage wedding there the old folk wished him well.
You can see that Pierre did true love Madame Esel.
And now the young monsieur and madame have run chef or belle.
Selahie said the old folk told a show and they can't tell.
Selahie said the old folk told a show and they can't tell.
Selahie said the old folk told a show and they can't tell.