Hi There Mikko

by Ardor
  • January 26, 2012
  • Lyrics

Spoiler! :
Written on the eve of our wedding (2 minutes before LOL)


What I think
I think sweet
And it's just like some sugar
Between my teeth
You know just how
White your dress is
I wish to fly sky high
Result of our wedding

I want to confess (So hi there)
How much I feel now (So hi there)
It feels so real now (So hi there)

So hi
So hi there
Mikkooooooooooooooooooo

I've got a plan
I've got a location
How 'bout we go to France?
Squash education?
You think it's sweet
You're so right
Now things are settled
You'd better say goodnight

I want to confess (So hi there)
How much I feel now (So hi there)
It feels so real now (So hi there)

So hi
So hi there
Mikkooooooooooooooooooo

Don't say Minaj
Nah don't say pool
Coz you know how I feel
For that girl needs a screw
So what I think
I think sweet
And it's just like some sugar
Between my teeth
Filler?

I want to confess (So hi there)
How much I feel now (So hi there)
It feels so real now (So hi there)

So hi
So hi there
Mikkooooooooooooooooooo

Outro (repeat how many times you want)
I wish to dine like the panda I am (So hi there)
(MIIKKOOOOO!!!!) I wish to sing like the pervert I am
I want to tell you like the pervert I am

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Mikko wrote a review · Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:56 pm

567ajt wrote:Don't say Minaj
Nah don't say pool
Coz you know how I feel
For that girl needs a screw
So what I think
I think sweet
And it's just like some sugar
Between my teeth
Filler?


(: I love you, baby. <3 I know this was totally not serious but I loved it because it made me lol forever. xD

How 'bout we go to France?


Let's do it -- let's got to France! ;D

So hi there, Adam.


- Mrs T. ;)



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