CHEESE is Money

i am miffed...God is still holding our eyes, steps assured by the people from below and their winds, by the mighty Jesus Christ making people so stupi so we know that yeaaah, we are in but peeps are kinda caught so, we rhyme in flower beans just for an hour, love, policies, just for an hour dove, call it here, just for a while wawards...There for a while we know...off Japan. The Bukaido...around thirty hundred that evening. Fretta on bass, kinda recognizasble, me, gened and permed, twisted to my innnnner seeeelf.......Cheese is money do not forget, cheese is money in the hand, my belle, cheese is in the kolaukhaus, brazed by the wooord, brazed by loooove. One country involved in being silly...Just for a screen and grey paintings on it. I come from over there. My name is Frda Stare, my lane is citron from birth, well.......oh yes !