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.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 11:55 AM UTC
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.
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