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Pick-up artist

pick her up in half an hour

buy her dinner somewhere nice

be at your very best behaviour

ask her questions give advice

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put her down but do it gently

do not talk about yourself

tell her how, just tell her how

beautiful you think she is

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after dinner get her coffee

after coffee get her wine

after wine, after wine

take her home and get your way

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she’ll give you everything you want and more

she’ll give you everything you want and more

they always do, they always do

now call her up and say you’re late

/

put her down but do it gently

do not talk about yourself

tell her how, tell her how

beautiful you think she is

/

she’ll give you everything you want

she might even give you more

if you believe in it enough then

maybe she’ll believe it too

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see the moonlit clouds above us

what is on your mind right now?

are you cold? here, take my jacket

it’s the next street on your right

tell me all about your past

everything there is to know

i never thought of it that way

just make yourself at home

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Mõni mõte ka sekka...

Mul on lihtsalt igav. Üksi ja igav. Õlmar ja igav. Siiski üksi ja.. 

Ja kas see 20-aastane tšikk, kes "armastuse nimel peab vaeva nägema ja kui on passkämberr, ei minda lahku, sest "ollakse noored ja elu on ees"", tegelt ka? Väga kibe maik tuleb mõistes paar sajandit varasemat külaelu käsitlevaid romaane, kus naine võis nentida, et mees joob jah ja igasugu pahed v iseärasused küljes... aga MINU Karla/Joosep/Andres/kes iganes. Tšiki vastu pole midagi. Külaelu lihtsat.. vähe inimesi, juhtuti kellegagi kokku.. ringitõmbamine nagu praegu, pold nkn mõeldav. Lepiti? Kas on absoluutset tõde v on see igaühel oma, mis teeb absoluutselt kõik tõeks? Long story short, mul on üksi igav.