Theatre (Tom Helsen)

Yellow ballerinas kill me for my money and me so they don't have to be alone theatre, but Molly seems to make it there right and after this one Molly seems to make it always, theatre, but Molly seems to make it there right into your headbone Yellow, yellow Screaming about alice; she don't work no more right next to 'shaving times are over creep' alabama-song, but Molly seems to make it there right and after this one Molly seems to make it always, theatre, but Molly seems to make it there right into your headbone And I'll breathe it in And I'll breathe it in And I will go one till my bones will bleed again Hellen, darling, are you Pamela's new favourite I won't fall for all your things with neon-ice-cream been regretting all 3 years and the motorcycle boys don't feel it, yellow skirt that really made you is now a part of horrorscene eleven windings but Molly seems to make it there right and after this one Molly seems to make it always, theatre, but Molly seems to make it there right into your headbone. And a welthy hasbeen and Mary Lee, well, changes to the guy that won't die, well this is all you making and the mair is still waving, the councillor's arriving and I don't think I will stick around And I will go on till my bones will bleed again Yellow yellow Theatre, better of then any creep in there theatre, better of then any creep in there theatre, better of then any creep in there theatre, but Molly seems to make it