My confession to you, Miss Almond;I long to see your face.Stuck here, by the forces of both work and shame, I sit day by day in this lighted beacon. Wishing for a mate.No no.. not TO mate... just A mate. A partner....Listen, no one's ever taken notice in me, or in my interests before. No one but you.Your curiosity MUST mean something.. If only I knew who your really were.Then again, "Anyone who says they can see through a woman is missing a lot."(So says my imaginary friend, Mr. Groucho Marx)Oh, Miss Almond..
George:You need to understand:1) Mice wear fur and not shining armour.2) Princes live in castles and not lighthouses.
My confession to you, Miss Almond;
ReplyDeleteI long to see your face.
Stuck here, by the forces of both work and shame, I sit day by day in this lighted beacon. Wishing for a mate.
No no.. not TO mate... just A mate. A partner.
...
Listen, no one's ever taken notice in me, or in my interests before. No one but you.
Your curiosity MUST mean something..
If only I knew who your really were.
Then again, "Anyone who says they can see through a woman is missing a lot."
(So says my imaginary friend, Mr. Groucho Marx)
Oh, Miss Almond..
George:
ReplyDeleteYou need to understand:
1) Mice wear fur and not shining armour.
2) Princes live in castles and not lighthouses.