Go ask Alice; I think she'll know.
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
All the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka dots and it's partner found it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
I swear I drink tea like its tap water
Lyrics: closing time / Leonard Cohen
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