might feel like one if I’m lucky. I just the way from Piccadilly without a weave apron-
strings from sand before the golden break. I’d rather limp along the tarmac in the swing;
home bores her, her bearing tends than leave my awful footprints on the beach,
Tiepolo toy all day long. And all that apron might be at the airport for the way from
Piccadilly without a all you know, and that opens up a whole break. I’d rather limp along
the tarmac mess of runway and runaway, but of than leave my awful footprints on the
beach, course it’s not and we were all right the first that apron might be at the airport for
time, as always, as ever. all you know, and that opens up a whole It wouldn’t be a holiday
but it mess of runway and runaway, but of want to get to the shoreline where I can
course it’s not and we were all right the first horde gets here, as it turns out one of them’s
the girl time, as always, as ever. to the soviet but the face is pure