lördag 26 september 2009

i fell in love last night!

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

lördag 19 september 2009

onsdag 16 september 2009

todo today.

läsa de 310 sidorna som är kvar för att kunna skriva mitt pm.
köpa dodopaper.
köpa ost.
köpa leverpastej.
sluta vara laktosintollerant.
köpa diskmedel.
ringa brf ang gymkort.
ringa brf ang portkod.
ringa brf ang internetuppkopplingen.
göra 50 situps.
göra minst 10 armhävningar.
göra många rumpövnigar.
gå ut med hunden.
försöka fixa utskrifter till 3.
skriva klart pm:et.
unna mig och götta mig lite.

söndag 13 september 2009

dagen som gör allt!

idag smäller det! jag känner det på mig!

jag har vaknat i relativt god tid, jag har läst 30 sidor ur boken, och gjort 40 situps, och jag vet inte hur många rumplyft och kissande hundar. 10 armhävningar på knäna också! och så har jag duschat, och nu ska jag till farfar, och så städa bilen också!

fredag 11 september 2009

fredag 4 september 2009