Dry Cleaning Ray Testo
Testo Dry Cleaning Ray
Dry cleaning ray,
At the end of the day,
Always knows what to say,
Always knows what to play
It's the same old song
With the same old bits
Thirty years without a hit.
Dry cleaning ray Says he's wasting away,
Feeling red turn to gray,
Watching overcoats fray.
It's the same old thing
It's the same old shit
Thirty years without a hit.
At the end of the day,
Always knows what to say,
Always knows what to play
It's the same old song
With the same old bits
Thirty years without a hit.
Dry cleaning ray Says he's wasting away,
Feeling red turn to gray,
Watching overcoats fray.
It's the same old thing
It's the same old shit
Thirty years without a hit.
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