Ich fick Sie mit der Maclight

Johnny, if it's your birthday, I'll be staying with you all night.

Johnny, I dream so much about you, come to me after lunch, four

Johnny, if it's your birthday and I'm your arm all night long

Oh, Johnny, I'll never think of it again if it was your birthday every day.

In the little pony bar, violinist Johnny Starr has wild blood in his pale skin