Writer's Block: Grammy Awards
Feb. 12th, 2012 09:47 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
*sings*
If I was the marrying kind,
Which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir,
The only girl that I would wed
Would be the scrum half's daughter
I woke up with it in my head. God help me.
*sings*
If I was the marrying kind,
Which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir,
The only girl that I would wed
Would be the scrum half's daughter
I woke up with it in my head. God help me.
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Date: 2012-02-13 12:27 am (UTC)"Him talk lot but him not so hot, heap big smoke but no fire."
It was a pop song on the radio when I was perhaps 6 or 7, by Arthur Godfrey, my granny's fave.