Saturday, June 06, 2009
Spill The Wine, Gerard
But there I was, I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl, there was
black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones...
Out of the middle came a lady
She whispered in my ear something crazy
She said:
I do... I guess.
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1 comments:
Awesome! Well met sir - well met.
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