If you are going to pass,be frisky.
Flowing in our sins.
California scheming.
Play a little fair for me,my baby.
Tears may set me on fire.
The bounds of pylons.
She’s weaving foam,hi,hi.
Life is what happens when you are making others dance.
My isle of guinness free.
My file of winners’ fees.
Blathering frights.
Song of the biscuits.
Sand in his flies.
Be sure to wear some towers with your flair.
Be sure to bare some wealth for Tony Blair.
Unfried chips for sale with wishes free.
Rinse pies here after Xmas.Apply now,without replay
No eatings swallowed here by murder
How my heart sings 