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Flipping the switch | Claude Aendenboom | |||
![]() Yes I confess: first I was stone stone cold then I flipped the switch while I was young thanks to Micks jagging voice I survived my boring Latin-Greek schoolboy life in stores I still seek for more rolling gold JAGGER AND THE JETSET-BEGGAR You lived in cold rooms while my dad was rich, now my old mom is a down to-earth witch wandering through the ruins of her castle for years you're so high, I'm still a poor rebel should I fly my own private Learjet, Mick? ------ Het plaatje is van de schrijver zelf |
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