martes, 10 de febrero de 2009


It was a filthy block of flats Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors He took me in her room All was spic and span Fixed me up a drink Turned down all the lamps And the rain fell down On the cold hard ground And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love .-

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