Monday, 3 May 2010

Hang Me Out To Dry

Careless in our summer clothes splashing around in the muck and the mire. Fell asleep with stains, cake deep in the knees; what a pain! Now hang me up to dry. You wrung me out too too too many times. Now hang me up to dry. I'm pearly like the whites, the whites of your eyes.

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