dolly parton keeps telling me she'll
always love me
and this cheap bottle of gin means
its exam time.
outside the rain is tapping on the glass roof
and i'm staring at droit fiscal
i know that means tax law
(and thats about all i know)
i didn't count any chickens yet, at least
but failure sounds sweeter in another tongue
and all i want is champagne and kisses
(sometimes people are too accommodating.)
peach and i lived la vie boheme for 48 hours sugary and crisp
i miss her musical voice
back in london, non-school land, lovers bliss
why did i think this was a good idea?
i've got no sense to come in when it hails.
[i'll go back to the firm tomorrow and pretend that it doesn't exist and that i am done with all this nonsense and have a joblife instead of incessant jlobbery-glook.]
if i fail the little white daisies will still be there
and the powder blue sky
B is for bombshell and buttons and ohmeomeohmy
and the champagne and kisses
even though my insides will be mustery mush moosh