Letra da Música: dream - Daan

How did you do?
Get stuck on my front
Not even blond you made to bont
You wanted me more than I needed you
You fly the broom!
You took my credit card to pay for my doom
Back to the base buzzling zoom
I think I'll do dance without you
Hoping that you stick to your glue
Nothing you do can my dream come true
View from a bitch
Can't take you no more
Lower your pitch
You sing like a whore
And everytime I hear hour name I stop
Don't like the smell
Don't like the rumours that you spread oh so well
Some people think I was fooled ganz overruled
I don't need you
To get the clue stick to your crew
Nothing you do can make this dream come true
Now that you're gone
You no laughing nun saved by the gong
I wasted my cum I openly admit it
You was wrong
Take back your long
Take back the holy book that you're swearing on
Take back your nails and your cross
You lost the toss
Look at yourself
One from the shelf
Each dozen twelfe
All that you do is make nightmares come true
Sick to the bone I threw the first stone broke every bone
For you to dethrone was number one on my old wishing list
I can declare I got an overdose of your silly flair
The kind the kind of chique they call sick
Get of my dick
Throw up my brick you grave you dig
Nothing you do can make my dream come
Make my cream come
Make my cream come
Make my cream come true