Good morning Miss,
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today,
And up for fun...
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today,
And up for fun...
thanks Titanic - I knew I could rely on someone to have TRAWLED through all 7 pages... some of us can't spend all day on here reading every word of every thread, etc etc...It was a winner yesterday... and it still is today!
never felt a song sung to me more than this one now. Life's a **** sometimes.
perhaps if whoever wrote that was a tad happier then he may find someone who wants to share his life......
Chin up mate.
I'm pinning my hopes on the posh teacher.
where do we go from here?
.
Is it down to the lake, I fear?.....
went well but now she's going cold. Women - don't get 'em at all.
are they back together?
Because I've been up here for a while
I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
I'm not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
And she's lifting and throwing to the wall
The post-natal harmonies of youth
When this younger man, twenty-five
Advantageously took away her pride
Steady on. Don't forget that Sarah Cracknell is 'rubbish'.
'tis dubstar, mate. Not St Etienne.
Haircut 100?
I shouldn't think so!