

Roman HolidayThe gypsies pick my pockets, pick my purse Their clever fingers deftly, softly pressed Against my skirted hip, my sweaty breasts; On swelt’ring, crowded buses, tourists curse And slap the hands of gypsies; none the worse Are they for failed attempts to cheat their guests They disappear like ghosts into the rest Of those who guard their pockets, guard their purse ‘Gainst thieves on such a hot, unpleasant ride ‘Til I, a naïve trav’ler, turn my head Then gypsies press up closer to my side; Pretending not to notice hands that tread Across my body; I will let them roam FRoman Holiday
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Wish you merry Christmas and happy New Year!
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The End
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[musica rock] - [posizionamento motori di ricerca] - [posizionamento siti]
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I wasnt expecting Seattle would break my heart. Well, Im leaving it with her.
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It's a trick. Get an axe.
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We'll call them... graboids.
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