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Lolita 1997 by *NatalieCartman

“My little cup brims with tiddles.”

Pick me up and turn me round I feel numb – burn with a weak heart (so I) guess I must be having fun The less we say about it the better Make it up as we go along Feet on the ground Head in the sky It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong…nothing.

David Byrne walks into a bar, orders fish and chips and a pint of pale ale.

He sits down and sips his ale, soon enough his order arrives at the table and he tucks into his meal.

He realises the flavour of the fish is much too rich to be cod and exclaims “I guess that this must be the plaice”.

David Byrne dancing with a lamp during “This Must Be The Place.”

I bloody love Savages.