So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts. One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned. Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride.
For me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond.. . Moira anderson, eat your heart out!. You-ou--. . You'll take the high road an' I'll take the low road, an' I'll be in scotland before you.
Yeah!. Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter. If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine. Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel. Gonna make my escape on the midnight train.