This is a song about "Little eienstiens"

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

And a little less painful

You are a little tuna fish

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

My conscious only knew whats half tight

A little on the dissolved side

Then take a little road trip

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