Cheers
I have a few pounds in my pocket
Maybe a couple of pence
It'll buy us some drinks
Life can start to make sense
A quiet night, a happy night
A merry night of no pretence
We can straddle the bar
Debilitate our defence
I bought you a beer
But you drink cider
I borrowed your ears
And now you're an insider
Maybe a couple of pence
It'll buy us some drinks
Life can start to make sense
A quiet night, a happy night
A merry night of no pretence
We can straddle the bar
Debilitate our defence
I bought you a beer
But you drink cider
I borrowed your ears
And now you're an insider
posted by Ostrich at 8:43 AM
2 Comments:
Stumbled across your blog and read the whole thing! (Well, almost). You got some talent there lady! - Neal
Thought I'd drop by - see how you're getting on. Long time no post eh?
XXX
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