Install Steam
login
|
language
简体中文 (Simplified Chinese)
繁體中文 (Traditional Chinese)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
ไทย (Thai)
Български (Bulgarian)
Čeština (Czech)
Dansk (Danish)
Deutsch (German)
Español - España (Spanish - Spain)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spanish - Latin America)
Ελληνικά (Greek)
Français (French)
Italiano (Italian)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
Norsk (Norwegian)
Polski (Polish)
Português (Portuguese - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Portuguese - Brazil)
Română (Romanian)
Русский (Russian)
Suomi (Finnish)
Svenska (Swedish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Report a translation problem
Does whatever a Celaline can
Spins a tri, any size
He counts poly's, on titties
Look out
Here comes the Celaline
Is he smart?
Listen bud
He's got ADHD in his blood
Can he stitch from a mesh?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there
There goes the Celaline
In the chill of night
At the scene of a fart
Like a streak of spark
He arrives just in time
Celaline, Celaline
Friendly neighborhood Celaline
Wealth and fame
He's ignored
Cigarettes are his reward
Look out
Here comes the Celaline