Genteel.
(Hello Sexy Linkat, how are you tonight?) :wink:
eellike
I am just peachy keen. If I can get out of work tonight that is - supposed to be beautiful weather for the weekend.
How's it shakin
Sublime
(Shaking great young lady, how are those hips moving? Good weather here too.lets party :wink: )
limey
yes - once work is over and the kids in bed - party!
Yodelling
So tell me,
Where do you go to my lovely
When your alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head.
Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it, just for fun for a laugh
Ha ha ha
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan les Pins
In your carefully designed
Topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and your legs
When the snow falls your found in St Moritz
With the others of the Jet Set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet
No you don't
Your in between twenty and thirty
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage (Yes you do, yes you do)
But where do you go to my lovely
When your alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head.
(Sarstedt)
A party opener :wink:
I don't want to spoil the party Mathos, but you were pipped.
(How are you old mate, The Manchester boys are still on top with 5 games to go!)
inerrant
<you've been pipped! Nice song - I'm off for the weekend - I may or may not check in as it is going to be nnnnnnicccceee for a change>
Nerve.
Cheers Dutchy, nice to see you mate, just about to sign off though, bed time here, catch you over the weekend
going with inerrant
ranting
tingeltangel
(an old-style german variety show - popular in the 1920's))
