There's a new kid on the block – Von Krahl is dead,
long live House10. There's private rooms to rent and you can sing as loud & proud as you want.
Not a single sore throat will come between
Zara Larsson's Lush Life and me.
Laulurahvas! EESTI! EESTI!
The first room was called Circus.
We didn't even have time to take our jackets off,
when Ian was already onstage willkommening us:
The ultimate manager was tired of being behind the scenes.
She became the #1 star:
The carpets so clean, the mind so dirty:
One up the bum, no harm done:
He is out of fucks to give:
And just like that the microphones run out of batteries.
No worries, the manager got us a VIP room to continue in:
Too heavy for one hand:
A big round of applause for Krissu,
who took over my camera:
The pussy cat claws:
Adele? Beyonce? Estelle? Ines?
Karaoke is a true sport,
Work bitch!
The most beautiful sink we've ever seen,
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