December
Wednesday 19 December 2007 photo 6/6
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You call me up in the mornings We’ll stay on the phone until dawning You tell me secrets I actually keep You call me up around noon and Bring me all the good gossip You hold my head when I throw up I hold your hand when you weep And you laugh at my jokes and I laugh at your jokes And I even like the birthday presents you get me And we dance in the living room, dance on the sidewalks Dance in the movies, dance at the festivals, let’s dance, dance No men ever really dance like this Damn! I wish I was a lesbian
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