lørdag 31. januar 2009

Vår, øl på taket, pistoldans i sofaen

...I fly like a paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here I make 'em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait...

Paper Planes

M.I.A.


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