I'm sitting in a convertible.
Soy un perdedor
I'm crossing the Golden Gate Bridge.
I'm a loser, baby
The wind is in my messy hair. The sky is clear blue. The city beyond lies half covered in sea fog.
So why don't you kill me?
I have no job, no prospects, and no clue.
Loser by Beck is on the radio. Loud.
God, this feels good.
I'm sitting on a train.
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I'm stuck at lights outside Cricklewood.
You are the cheeky boys
It's clammy and overcast
Touch my bum this is life
I have a job, no prospects and can't do nine down.
My daughter's iPod is on shuffle. Loud.
God, this feels real.
You've made it to San Fran! Glad to hear you are well. We all miss you. Have fun for all of us. Don't forget to pop over to Alcatraz, it's an interesting visit.
ReplyDeleteI didn't realise the Cheeky Girls had the monopoly on reality...
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