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You're thinking of Lolita.Yes, Humbert Humbert.
BTW, that's not an accusation.You're thinking of Lolita.
You're thinking of Lolita.
Isn't Lolita the "book by Nabokov" that Sting is referring to?You're thinking of Lolita.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?
Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!
Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').
Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.
My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?
L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?
Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.
Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.
Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.”
You're right. I didn't get The Police reference (in my defence they are a shit band). Play on!Isn't Lolita the "book by Nabokov" that Sting is referring to?
I could be wrong. After all I am just an uneducated feral Portz Pear supporter.
Sounds like the epitaph on Eddie Dingle's tombstone.Could see the brothel out of one of the corner offices at work. Interesting day.
Hope you close the blinds of the brothel when you are there in case any workmates see you.Could see the brothel out of one of the corner offices at work. Interesting day.
If they're not all going as a group it's not much of a workplace.Hope you close the blinds of the brothel when you are there in case any workmates see you.
But I want them to see our love, manure id?Hope you close the blinds of the brothel when you are there in case any workmates see you.
Not that she'd interest me anyway, but there's something bad going on with her hair colour.If Jason Statham knew how to cook, he'd look like the French guy from Food Safari.
Also... Maeve O'Mara. Oh my lord. Hippy Chick MILF.
Not that she'd interest me anyway, but there's something bad going on with her hair colour.
Why did I only just discover womens lacrosse tonight ??
Because you are gay?
Or something else.