Ralf-Christian
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Ralf-Christian
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Warum drehst Du Leichenpornos
Ich versteh das nicht!
Was ist mit dir los, Ralf-Christian?
Bitte sing dieses Lied nun zum letzten Mal
And there ain't no cure, for the summertime
Dein toter Phallus, oh Ralf-Christian,
Eine Muttermundkappe ist in deinem Haar
Deine blauen Füße, oh Ralf-Christian
Deine Lippen sind kalt und keiner will sie küssen ... müssen
Warum drehst Du Leichenpornos
Ich versteh das nicht!
Was ist mit dir los, Ralf-Christian?
Der Teppich auf deiner Brust liegt unter meiner Tür
Und ich bin gut drauf, wenn ich dich fühl
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Schrottgrenze performs "Ralf-Christian", and this lyric page sits inside the Schrottgrenze catalog on LyroVerse.
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