lundi 5 octobre 2009

Cigarette smoke.


Get out me way, mister
With your short sharp tips
No, I won't read your lips right now
And baby, hey
You send a shiver down my spine
But do you read my mind
Do you...
He's prob'ly got stopped by a panda
For speeding on his way there a formal flashing of digital cameras
tourists in trafalgar square

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