A song a day 42
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 10, 2007
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