Een lied over zoete limonade en vrouwenrechten. Of zoiets.
Look at my horse,
my horse is amazing
Give it a lick
Hmm, It tastes just like raisins
I have a stroke of it’s mane
It turnes into a plane
And then it turns back again
When you tug on it’s winky
Ohh that’s dirty
Do you think so?
Well I’d better not show you
where the lemonade is made
Sweet lemonade
Mmm sweet lemonade
Sweet lemonade
Yeah sweet lemonade
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Get on my horse
I’ll take you round the universe
And all the other places too
I think you’ll find that the universe
pretty much covers everything
Shut up woman get on my horse!
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