Parody-song
Last weekend, I got depressed.
It happen something that is wrong.
A song got stuck inside my head,
I think it’s called Fairytale
I have pains, inside my head,
That song just wouldn’t go away.
And post-dramatic stress disease,
Not so very nice
I hear it when I’m at work,
I hear it when I’m washing up,
I hear it when I’m eating dinner,
I hear it when I’m at the toilet.
It feels like my brain is broken,
Dear God, what have Ты done?
Tear your ears of with a pincer,
Whatever; just get the shit away
I have pains, inside my head,
I feel like this since Барби girl
I’m so very tierd
Last weekend, I got depressed.
It happen something that is wrong.
A song got stuck inside my head,
I think it’s called Fairytale
I have pains, inside my head,
That song just wouldn’t go away.
And post-dramatic stress disease,
Not so very nice
I hear it when I’m at work,
I hear it when I’m washing up,
I hear it when I’m eating dinner,
I hear it when I’m at the toilet.
It feels like my brain is broken,
Dear God, what have Ты done?
Tear your ears of with a pincer,
Whatever; just get the shit away
I have pains, inside my head,
I feel like this since Барби girl
I’m so very tierd
