RÁDIO OLÉYM! Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? And your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen to me carefully, and eat what is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness. I AM YOUR LITTLE BREAD, MY DADDY! Soy Loco Por Sun Mundo Livre S / A Watching the sun tinting the dawn A strange intense heat gradually invades my chest It is an uncontrollable passion I can not resist Buy, buy, spend, toast I do not live without consuming Im the fastest gun in the west With an American Express at hand I already have 3 rifles at home And I can not wait to serve once again to portfolio That silver and automatic belezura Pretty soon strengthen my collection Soy loco for new cars A model for every occasion Vibro imagining the amount of ozone devastated Each time you accelerate my new 4/4 If some of these ponds huggers They are willing to lose your sleep over it Go ahead! As for me Im too busy Trying to decide how to invest and spend my money well Freedom, Freedom! Regulation is the same as censorship Screw the planet! Damn future generations! And thats why Sun Im in love Fitness fanatic and can even die for you America I had a dream Before my new TV channels 500 I came across a strange episode of the Simpsons The Amazon forest had become a huge American desert I met the sweet and naive Solange working pro there In the thousands of stations TEXACO She met all who stopped with the same broad smile Saying Welcome to the desert of the real I invited her for a coffee and she finished telling me Who had just arrived from America Sad, desolate, confessed that he had been deported. To my surprise Solange stumbled travel with me Ultralight The hundredth for was a deserted beach near Tihuana in Mexico Look the sun tinting the dawn ... When she least expected were flying the balloon night The wall of the passage of that immense wall that enters the Pacific Solange however not rejoice It is difficult to live in hiding she remembered So I told him that his problems had just For I knew a very simple way to get a green card only we enlist to the glorious American army Soon would become Marines And we would live together, happy and fully realized Muslims torturing those worms in the Guantánamo base in Cuba. A strange intense heat gradually invades my chest I woke up sweaty and sad is still here But anyway know America Yo soy loco por ti! America Yo soy loco por ti! America Yo soy loco por ti!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 18:19:57 +0000
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