She doesn’t look like a real grand mum
She moves to the beat of a turkish drum
She’s open-minded, she’s always there
Joining her sisters with the grey helmet hair
And they are very much against any kind of war
Dalai Lama is the man they adore
She doesn’t look like a real grand mum
She moves to the beat of a turkish drum
She’s open-minded, she’s always there
Joining her sisters with the grey helmet hair
And they are very much against any kind of war
Dalai Lama is the man they adore
Hvad laver den tekst her?
Jeg syntes bare den var sjov. 😉
Det var da herligt. Husk nu at give den som julegave!
Naturligvis, Torben!