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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.

1 comment:

Country Squire said...

Awesome! Well met sir - well met.