All the latin letters
Have been learned by heart.
All important matters
Have been got a start.
But I want to clear up
Where beans are grown up.

I shall go truly
To the land of beans.
I shall take for Julie
Shimmering earrings.
But I want to clear up
Where beans are grown up.

I was so eager to be your wife.
But your have left me. I've lost my life.

I thought I could rely on you.
You made me change my point of view...
I'm alive and you have died.
And that is why I am alright.

That banger produced such a fire
That burned a maniac - horrifier.
This person produced such a stress
That horrified even in death.
Oh, Lord, your should take gratitude
For giving to people salute!

When your feelings are shaken,
When your spirit is taken,
When your body is cold,
When your house is sold,
You will be revealed
To be quite skin-peeled.

I still recognised you.
You did resembled Pugh.
His eyes were deeply blue.
His masterpiece was new.

But opposite to him,
Your eye possessed the beam
X-raying my dark dream
And making me so slim.

Sometimes I see her in my dream,
And on her face there is some cream,
And on her lips there is some milk.
Her skin is looking like pink silk.

Sometimes I like her tender voice
Because I‘m mad about its noise.
Sometimes I like her pretty eyes,
They are so blue and very nice.

I often like her total look,
She lends it in a fairy nook.
But I don't like her golden gun,
When I see it, I try to run.

Your soul is so complicated.
We urgently were to be dated.
I whisper to you, “Come to me.
Be my tender cat, mon ami.”

I miss you all day and all night.
I feel we have our might.
I need your particular word
That can be delivered abroad.

I like your unusual soul.
I try to break this useless wall
That’s capable of breaking us.
You’re my unpredictable chance.

Gingerbread man, oh, gingerbread man,
Tell me, at once, where is Carmen?
Where is her mom? Where is her dad?
Is she just slimm or just too fat?

Gingerbread man, oh, gingerbread man,
Tell me, at once, where is my ham?
Is this a piece? Is this a slice?
Have you cooked it on a device?

Gingerbread man, oh, gingerbread man,
Tell me, at once, where is my fan?
Is he too old? Is he too young?
Has he got curls or just a bun?

This maiden has a noble profile,
Her body is so nice and fragile.
And If I were my friend
I’d marry her and her land.