Paroles de Bibi

One, two, three, for, five, six, seven, eight… What's the matter? After eight, there's a nine, remember? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid… Are you really sooooooooooo Stupid stupid stupid stupid… This is my song, my song, he's mine… Better a silly girl with a flower, Then a silly boy with a horse and a stick Come one, yeaaaaaah… Its called a lance, hellohow??? I'm a painter of red bolletjes!! Don't you understand, They're not Yellow, not green, not black… What? I lik coffee, I like tea, I like the boys… But the boys don't like me!!! You didn't expect this did yooooooooeeeeeee… Love ya, Love ya, I say that I love ya!! Silly silly silly boy… Kisssssssssssssssssss…