Stine Bramsen

Eye, lips are grey You're in need of colour Everybody looks down Happy in this town Spending your day In your baby bubble Always following plans Never seen a chance Get ready for the big show And grab a seat of front row We're gonna make it all blow

Prototypical - Stine Bramsen When I was just a child, my dream were young and wild Owo No Husband no home I'd be happier alone Owo I know I know I was cold Growing no hope I only felt the rope Where were my happy ever after my lucky pair out there Ow