paroles de chanson Bun Roo - Ice Cream

Ooh poor bun roo
I'd like to help but this dime just won't do
To sing to sin is a method euphoria
I know a mother who would love to convert ya

It's guilt as stands and how i wanted to
But all i got is poor poor bun roo
Their heavy hands keep our heads under water
To come for air economic distasted

Subordinate culture
Subordinate culture