Mar 252004
There will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
they’ll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me
I’m just a gigolo, everywhere I go
people know the part I’m playing
paid for every dance
starting each romance
oh what their saying
And there will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
No word from orkut. Not a fucking PEEP.
How do I loath thee? Let me count the goddamned ways. Nuff ta drive a man ta the drinkin’ if-you-know-what-I-mean.
But you people? You rock. Love you each and every one.
Keep those cards and letters going to admin@orkut.com. Protest.
And ladies? Send me the love. Send kisses. Send panties!
It’s terrible and horrific this whole Orkut banishment, it’s like the Gulag or worse, it’s like when Christian Slater did time….