Last of the English Roses
Honey, honey. My you did look dapper in your mother', old green scarf. With your famous Auntie Arthur’s trousers on; You were slapped by that slapper ;And how we all laughed.But she laughed the loudest .
Oh in ‘93 You could charm the bees knees of the bees.
She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys, and her Kappas from her Reeboks.
And her tit from her tat. And her Winstons from her Enochs. It’s fine and take what I,
Coming out, coming alive.
Round the Snooker table , you dance the Frutti-Tutti.
She almost spilled her lager; toasting girls of great beauty.
...Last from this shoot!
Oh in ‘93 You could charm the bees knees of the bees.
She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys, and her Kappas from her Reeboks.
And her tit from her tat. And her Winstons from her Enochs. It’s fine and take what I,
Coming out, coming alive.
Round the Snooker table , you dance the Frutti-Tutti.
She almost spilled her lager; toasting girls of great beauty.
...Last from this shoot!
can't get the song out of my head...lol
xoxoxo!
(i wish i look good girl may like me then =( )
Just fuck off.
Haha. Love you xo
thank you sweetie xo
ta babe;) xo