Birds of a feather
He finished a bottle of Jack in his jacuzzi
and suddenly he had gotten kinda boozy
well that's when he got really into troubles
cause he finally drowned in the bubbles
now St. Peter with his golden key awaits
him in heaven at the pearly gates
over there he saw lots of mates in the shiny weather
because they say that 'birds of a feather flock together'
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Geplaatst op: 11-10-2019
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Ron Dietvorst (Actief sinds: 18-05-2018)
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