Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love, must be an imaginary love, to start with baby.
Saturday, 30 May 2009
Suspended in Gaffa
She gotta dance, she gotta dance And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off These shoes do, a kind of voodoo They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off
If I could be in the middle of that sandwich I'd be the happiest man (and by man I mean woman) alive!
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