3rd February
:DDDDDDD
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Kitty has the flu. *emo*
And is still at school. Goodness knows why.
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Kitty has the flu. *emo*
And is still at school. Goodness knows why.
posted by Kitty Taylor at 8:43 am
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
About Me
- Name: Kitty Taylor
- Location: Derby, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
I'm a 23 year old female, who spends much too much of her time online, and in the book store. I'm in love with writing, and reading and anything mildly creative, really. In the future I'd like to write professionally, because it's something that I know would be perfect for me, but until I come up with best selling material that will keep me in the moneys, I think I'll just head for whatever I can get. Got contacts in the writing business? Let me know, I'd love to learn more about it.
Previous Posts
- 1st February
- 12th January
- 10th January
- 3rd January & We Will Rock You update
- 2nd January
- 1st January, 2009
- 17th December & the Wicked Update
- 16th December
- 12th December
- 4th December
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.
"Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Jazz
Skit two!
And all that Jazz
Hotshot!
Whoopee!
And all that Jazz
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hop
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that-
Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
And If she hears her baby squeal
It's For all that jazz
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
Come on babe
Why don't we paint
The town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that-
Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!"
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