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of her own

Look at your nails!

Look at your dress!

People would laugh at you

Nevertheless
I still wish to go to the Festival
And dance before

His name was Tim Bergling and he came from Stockholm
His music reached the people all over the world
He made a whole lot of tuneful songs for them

Put your tent in the car, gas up the RV
We're going to a festival
Gonna see our friends, party once again
Wish that it could never end
Cause it's

are smiling down
Awaken the pagan in you

Open your eyes at midsummer sunrise
Carve our names deep in the runes
Dance out the night at the festival rite

can see
So many beautiful faces
Come to this desert oasis
Palm trees and pools
Belly dancing in the Sand dunes
Oracle please Tell me my fortune

Llévame

chutney
Gotta find me something good to eat
Too full to tie my shoelace
But better belly buss than good food waste

Let's go to a beach party!
It's time

Bass-line ripple through my belly, feed my appetite
One for the people in the place, put your hands up high
Yeah, we had to sacrifice
Now we are back

Fuck You to the Track

Necro

I Need Drugs

2000

panties have been dampened
Start massaging my bone
I'm in your caragasing zone
If you do me I'll promise you'll moan
Wake up to my healthy festival
Swallow