Frans Hals Songtext
von Mark Sheeky

When you gonna paint me with your satin brush?
When you gonna flick my big moustache?
Are the frills I′m wearing really to your taste?
When you gonna make my clothing paste?

Frans Hals
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Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals


Paint me as your mother in her rocking chair
Show me every strand of silver hair
Dress me in formica if it suits the scene
Melt my lacy spirals into cream

Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals
Frans Hals

Break me into fragments of a broken day
Yellows turn to black
What will come of you
Frans Hals?