The one or maybe two, percent...

her the one one percenter for sure, lil' Miss " i float above it all..." rather tall-ly

 ...me i would love to be her mutt tethered to her bouncin' by...

otherwise

bye bye too tough here 

As the 99 or eight,  god it has bored me to an early grave for about six years exactly " they seek to divide us..."

what poppycock even if i know when you're beaten,  

as even the rather great men who had the best tunes, as in Bazza....

had a FAR FAR better live version of this one up,

 just him and his axe...

so so much more perfectly nuanced and insouciant

NO 'production' it was the most perfect thing on the fairly good tube

and the twat didnt even know he had reached perfection

and removed it

Anyway THE hard word, i mean not only will no 10% maybe maneater ever understand most of themtoo can't any more

 The most 'romantic' moment in history occurred just one last time on HER hillocks

I mean .... landloping with EXTRA bounce after sending her that confession as to my "heinous crime"

But i missed out the best punchline " I'm sure their was a statute even in the Stone Age about nickin' a babes man-beatin stave.....  " that only came when her song was put into action....

bouncing along to them, theyre as good as BAzza....

To the place they sung of.....

And she was told " ive been up there in your healing mythological famous place....half the summer...not another  soul.. ehh maybe it needs a bit of a rewrite..."

And she didn't bite my head off. In fact seemed...to like my true version....

 "they only sought to divide us...." ...oops i had a better punch line in my mind and then saw bouncin' along the only one who is in the business of actual life.....

later

it will come back.

As did Master Kerr.. lastereve...: "who was that bloke ....leaving song minus the grape... ehh i cant remneber... ohh well it will as sure as ferrits are far too sane to bother with the grape come back tomorrow dawn...it always does.....  if she wants a dance.... well remember one thing..... tell er that i found the Masteress of em all when she was stuck at the MAgyc Roundabout for days....

Mary.. i knows true real  one who didnt fake it.... 

"the only one ever allowed around me with err sunglasses on.....  the rest lost to every cross and steak in the hearts they never had..... cos they even ran away from the sunshine decades ago.... why i rather prefer even The Med.... but then Pyrenees far far .... proppah jobs.....

"

Anyway "romantic...talk about a triple edged razorblade of a  word wrapped up in a  good romp so as to maybe define it... none of em even know what the other meanings are any more...

"ridiculous Byron with his obvious mummy issues....Dickens just rapacious for every whore in London town one can just smell through his occasional bit of fair dinkum at the head choppery..... most Europeans i knew knew exactly what it meant - the splendid best version.. not here......"  to be cont