Letra de Une chanson
Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3... In the place to be, It is I, the R-K-A-D-E, Dropping poems on your telephone. And it goes a little like this:The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee.And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright? Peace.End of message.People fly...
