On sunny days I am Van Nistelrooij. On gloomy days I am the West. They call me mister mister. They call me white – and therefore rich. They care for my skin. They see my blue eyes. They call me mister handsome. And I – I disappear behind smiles.
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je bent ook het zonnetje in huis beste hyver ;-)
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