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Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways Chillin'

"Tasse mit Tee" "Kick Start" - sein uberfalliges Leben als ein Star, Servierer haben es nicht so weit gebracht. "Spotlight" - ein Traum mehrmals im

Sometimes I wake with a weary head And I wonder how I'll ever get through Then I think of the things you said How you told me to myself be true My faith

Scouring through the wasteland with an urge to take anything that comes into view only ten more puffs until bedtime I?ve found eating so time consuming

Alright, this is my poem... its called "eine tasse tee"... are you ready?...alright! one of my dogs ate the feces of a homeless man, on the way to

I don't want to ride the milk train anymore I'll go to bed at nine and awaken with the dawn And lunch at half past noon, dinner prompt at five The comfort

When I take my sugar to tea All the boys are jealous of me 'Cause I never take her where the gang goes When I take my sugar to tea I'm a rowdy dowdy

I'm drinking tea, if it's good enough for me Then it's good enough for you We can have tea for two How do you do? But if you have to leave Then please

Put on another pot o' tea 'Cause I'm in love with the Irish accent to your story And I need someone to help me Well, they say that now you don't talk