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Just keep me coming to ya, I wanna be, I could be a little princess with da hoodie, Bitch!

I am going to do nice things in the colorful rainbow to sing along with my unicorn.

You are good, I am bad... it’s impossible to say that.

Ayayayay let’s go to a party 🎉

Nothing can make me happy. I should make my slap pie

For you, and me too, sayayayay!!

Dracos Sohn = Scorpius Malfoy.

Harrys Kind: James Severin Albus Lili, my love James Bond Harry Potter.

Was singen Pensionierte an Weihnachten?

Last Christmas, I gave you my dog, but the very next day I shit on your head.

One, two, three. Turn it up. Big wheels keep on turnin'. Carry me home to see my kin. Singin' songs about the south-land. I miss Alabama once again and I think it's a sin, yes.

Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember, A southern man don't need him around anyhow. Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you.

In Birmingham, they love the governor (boo-hoo-hoo). Now we all did what we could do. Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth. Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama (oh yeah) Lord, I'm comin' home to you. Here I come, Alabama. Oh, oh, oh Alabama, oh, oh, oh Alabama, oh, oh, oh Alabama, oh, oh, oh Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two (yes they do). Lord, they get me off so much. They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue. Now how about you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you. Sweet home Alabama (oh, sweet home) Where the skies are so blue And the governor's true Sweet home Alabama (Lordy) Lord, I'm comin' home to you, yeah, yeah Montgomery's got the answer.

Best Lied ever:)👍🏽🥸

James?

Ja, My Lord...

Wie schnell fahren wir?

50 km/h, My Lord...

James, fahren Sie bitte 60 km/h. Ich möchte dem Tod mal ins Auge sehen.