Pleasure Days by The Ladybugs

ahh, what a dayha. In what seems a sensual evening, allow full sexy. The Ladybugs, from beggar to brittle beetle, mimics divineness (once again). Pleasure days(ah) centers attention, removes doubt, moves bouts of people(ah) ahround the world. All we say is this: Lemonade. Sun. Hard Sweat. Enough of the positive. Peter is leaving for new beite, sad to see. Farewell. Enjoy. So long. But in spite, rest nought(ah) in vain, pleasure days bequeathed unto you, dear friend.

The band of the founders of the "even more experimental and radical abstract impressionist movement than that other one"