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Ends up, you got me, you bitch.
When Diz tramped on my head this morning (need to post photo of "natural" purple eyelid colouring) all I could think of was Kiss From A Rose.
See above; the worst are where I don't know the words.
I've looked them up since.
However at 04.00-ish, with sore, swollen eyelid, all that was going round in ma heid was:
I can give you a kiss from a rose on a bin
[And blah blah blah....]
Light hits the corner of bin
Never did know the words.
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