Music. Film. Popular culture. Through the eyes of a budding teen writer, wasting away in suburbia.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Cold, wet and lonely.

Are you dreaming of a wet winter holiday too?
I've been dreaming of a wet winter holiday with you

And if the summer wants to come
Can't we push it back, just a week or two?

I've packed my bags, I've bought my ticket
I've thought it through, you smell terrific
I'm ready babe, so please don't make me wait.



Refill.

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