Fake tales of San Francisco

Fake tales of San Francisco
echoe´s through the room
but really there is only a happy groom
with what looks like a nice place but sitting there is a rusty broom.

Looking at the magical stars
And a fairly tale moon arse
so sweet,
eventually she did eat
a grain of bad weed
and snapped to retrogress speed.

But shuussss,she doesn´t know
which makes me dance with a happy flow
or just invented this icy snow
for her to see and moan.

They´re just fake tales of San Francisco.

Happy Christmas! And Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.



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