Everything I think ends up in sex
Every little chance I have I use it
After one is done
I wonder who's next
And all the girls I see are all the girls I want
Everytime I have has a specific purpose
I think that I am a freak of nature
And after I do it
I wanna do it
I wanna do it again
I wanna do it, again
Do it again
I am freak
I repeat
I am a freak
I repeat...
If you let me lick the skin of your fingers
I'll try to lick your skin 'till you bounce
How far are you
Willing to go?
What used to be inside me was love
But now there's noth
In a Country Churchyard
Lofsöngur (þjóðsöngurinn)
Ó, guð vors lands! Ó, land vors guðs,
vér lofum þitt heilaga, heilaga nafn.
úr sólkerfum himnanna hnýta þér krans
þÃÂnir herskarar, tÃÂmanna safn.
Fyrir þér er einn dagur sem þúsund ár
og þúsund ár dagur, ei meir:
eitt eil¡fðar smáblóm með titrandi tár,
sem tilbiður guð sinn og deyr.
ÃÂslands þúsund ár,
eitt eil¡fðar smáblóm með titrandi tár,
sem tilbiður guð sinn og deyr
Sent by Carlos André Pereira da Silva Branco