43. THE GIRL WITH THE SOAP
I am trapped with my self and my fear
Have no money and I have no beer
I am deaf I have a wheelchair
and can not see
Have no water and I have no bread
and no soap so I smell like a dead
You were my only hope
Please come over with a soap
Ref.
I have a smell
I smell like hell
You came over and knocked on my door
She didn't know I can't hear anymore
So I screamed:
Don't let the door stand in your way!
Rolled to the door
but I couldn't find her
I'm really sure
cause I am a blinder
You were my only hope
the deaf girl with the soap
Ref.
I have a smell...
Text: Erik Boström och Mats Jonsson
Musik: Mats Jonsson
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