Eating Books in Marseille

My Raven Knock Knock Knocking at my door My imagination and nothin’ more Ring Ring Ring Ringing the bell For my neighbors upstairs and nothin’ more Knock Knock Knocking at my door? No. It’s my neighbor’s children jumping on the got dammed floor and nothing more Ring Ring Ring my bell The mailman “Mercie Madame for opening the door” and nothin’ more Rap Rap Raping … Continue reading Eating Books in Marseille