Wat ziet Penotti er goed uit zeg!
Veronia bakt ze wel erg knap voor je hoor. Je hengstenkind is echt heel gaaf.
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.