Londoner by trade..
unemployed. give me work. let me do. what you do.
i can smell your expensive aftershave, when you touch my bum on the lift on the empire state
predictably unpredictable, socially unsociable, nervously un-nerving , humongously humoured, adaptable AND adept, i am.. struggling. i'll bring your good self down when your high, i'll get you high when you're drowning, i am sand and i hug you when your oily on the beach, i'm familiarity when everything's out of reach, a stone's throw from chaos, a cat's whisker from tranquility, i'm the fuzz on your tv screen, when the digital cracks and your programme's interrupted, i'm the weatherman and i predict good weather, this september has been better than ever, i like my coffee like my humour and my women and my hoes, message doesn't get lost in translation, it's simple and slips into conversation, fashionably late fashionably looking a state. ou est le eyeliner? mic,mic,mic,mic,mic onetime.
la musique avec le cameleon, sans chemise
