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VickyBee said:
Do you like Peter Sarstedt? For some reason I don't think you do.... but I still love dancing to his music... :)
I don't know.. I don't know who he is :)
 
supahspaz said:
I don't know.. I don't know who he is :)

You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire.
Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there's diamonds and pearls in your hair.
You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sasha Distel.
You go to the embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word you speak.

But where do you go to my lovely... when you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to look inside your head.

I've seen all your qualifications that you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso. Your loveliness goes on and on.
When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs.
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz with the others of the jet set.
And you sip your Napoleon brandy, but you never get your lips wet.

You're in between twenty and thirty, a very desirable age.
You're body is firm and inviting, but you live on a glittering stage.
Your name it is heard in high places. You know the Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas and you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha aha.
They say that when you get married, it will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from and I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.

Ah, remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try.
So look into my face Marie-Claire and remember just who you are.
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar deep inside, yes, you do.

Ah, I know where you go to my lovely... when you're alone in your bed.
I know the thoughts that surround you, cause I can look inside your head.
 
VickyBee said:
You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire.
Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there's diamonds and pearls in your hair.
You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sasha Distel.
You go to the embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word you speak.

But where do you go to my lovely... when you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to look inside your head.

I've seen all your qualifications that you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso. Your loveliness goes on and on.
When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs.
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz with the others of the jet set.
And you sip your Napoleon brandy, but you never get your lips wet.

You're in between twenty and thirty, a very desirable age.
You're body is firm and inviting, but you live on a glittering stage.
Your name it is heard in high places. You know the Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas and you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha aha.
They say that when you get married, it will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from and I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.

Ah, remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try.
So look into my face Marie-Claire and remember just who you are.
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar deep inside, yes, you do.

Ah, I know where you go to my lovely... when you're alone in your bed.
I know the thoughts that surround you, cause I can look inside your head.
google here I come ;)
 
{{{{{{{{Vicky}}}}}} Morning Sugar..... for that little strategically placed Berry... :kiss: :cathappy:
 
Cool website

Not sure how new or if it's been your sig line I hadn't noticed it before-but really a great job by the two of you :catgrin:
 
Evening everybody!! :kiss: How's the thursday coming on? Luckily it's Friday tomorrow - we can all start to relax now....
Thank you for the comments ;) Husby and I went to celebrate this evening - it was hard work but really worth the effort ( you must understand that we do not know much about computers.... :) )
Luckily I see the pub nearby shows the match England-Ireland this weekend, - with the web-site all ready and done, maybe we'll be able to watch this one... ;)
 
bearlee said:
Not sure how new or if it's been your sig line I hadn't noticed it before-but really a great job by the two of you :catgrin:

One day old! Let's celebrate!
 
Love the new website, VB




The new website is FABULOUS !!
(it really is very well done)

Congratulations and, as always,

THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVELY SELF :heart: VB :heart:

 
VickyBee said:
Thanks Trysail :kiss: - how are you doing today?

HEY HEY HEY - IT'S FRIDAY!!!! :)

OMG looky looky,,,hello Vicky. How has my lusty littleone been?
 
Shimp said:
OMG looky looky,,,hello Vicky. How has my lusty littleone been?

I'm doing great thanks. (OK - maybe not that great - have to go shopping again, YUK!) How are you? :kiss:
 
VickyBee said:
Hey! The paper is here!!!! Let's see what's happening in the world...
Morning ToSober :kiss: :kiss:

Head line story baby....the old world meets up with the new world....and what head lines we made.... :kiss: :kiss:
 
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