*sings*
It's raining it's pouring!
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head and went to bed,
And couldn't get up in the morning!
Just reverting to my inner child as I listen to the rain pound against the windows. It sounds like the happy rattle of a baby. Mmmm...sweet delicious baby!
Quele? Quele?
Bouche encorner quele?
Non, non petit personnage.
Passe, passe heures
Comme par le passe
Non, non petition n'est rien.
Can you feel my juices around your rock hard cock?
Take a closer look. Mmm, very nice!"
Those are the coolest lyrics ever. Ever.