CRiSTYTOVAR:
When you're riding motorcycle, baby/ in your graveyard world...
CRiSTYTOVAR:
Tables
CRiSTYTOVAR:
Paris or maybe hell
CRiSTYTOVAR:
My death waits there among the flowers...
CRiSTYTOVAR:
Verde
CRiSTYTOVAR:
Blue
CRiSTYTOVAR:
You're lost, little girl
CRiSTYTOVAR:
Summer.... oh... Oh.... the summertime rolls.
CRiSTYTOVAR:
nada en la tele
CRiSTYTOVAR:
Un lugar en el Asterix.
