Grubbel, grubbel, grubbel.
Blääää hatar det! Jag hatar den slemmiga, gröna, äckliga, up-fuckade bollen i min mage som växer sig större och skapar ett kaos i hela min kropp och som dessutom gör att jag ser tjockare ut.

Jag älskar den låten men samtidigt så hatar jag den så innerligt jävla mycket. Jag låter låtens ord tala för sig självt.

Regina Spektor - Samson

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
The bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But there just soft light, there just soft light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
He told me i was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright and kissed me till the morning light,
the morning light and he kissed me till the morning light

Samson came back to bed not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first



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