There will come a day And youth will pass away What will they say about me When the end comes I know they’ll say just a gigolo Life goes on without me I’m just a gigolo, everywhere I go people know the part I’m playing paid for every dance starting each romance oh what their […]
There will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
they’ll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me
I’m just a gigolo, everywhere I go
people know the part I’m playing
paid for every dance
starting each romance
oh what their saying
And there will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
No word from orkut. Not a fucking PEEP.
How do I loath thee? Let me count the goddamned ways. Nuff ta drive a man ta the drinkin’ if-you-know-what-I-mean.
But you people? You rock. Love you each and every one.
Keep those cards and letters going to admin@orkut.com. Protest.
And ladies? Send me the love. Send kisses. Send panties!