my sleeping toys are ready for another kick they'll get some glue, some paste and a string and soon it runs in my head slowly I feel like a dunce...on holyday
my sleeping book is ruined under the rain I'll get some glue, some paste and a mare my hand is close to that figure slowly I feel like a dunce... on holyday
chasing a flee with a charming solid knife nails in the sand stuck to my feet
my clock is gone the weather rides a bike a stab a nudge staight to my chops and now it runs in my head slowly I feel like dunce... on holyday on holyday
Website contains: The Married Monk - Holiday song lyrics; music and general forums; music stories;
spanish & german versions; power lyrics request engine for The Married Monk - R/O/C/K/Y.
Special Offer