December 2009
En stjärna i vårt fönster, ett ljus på varje bord, en lingonkrans på dörren, en sång och glada ord. En lukt av lack i huset, av hyacint och gran, och hemligt pappersprassel och mycket marsipan.
She's my ghetto girl (ghetto girl). She's been living in a ghetto world (ghetto world). And now she meet a guy like me (guy like me). I want to take her on a shopping spree (shopping spree). Cause she
Uuh come whit me. Don't be afraid, i know the way. Don't be afraid, i will show you the way. Don't be afraid, we found our way. Don't be afraid, we are the way.