*dansar*
But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ R
ather be home with no one when I can't get down with you
Linda, I got a pair of black skinny jeans for the wife and she already had 2 pairs of black tall boots. But when she puts on the boots the zipper does not close because of the jeans. How do you do it?
SvaraRaderabobk: I guess she has to fold the leg of the jeans (arhg bad english!) as close to the leg as possible? and then use some violence ;)
SvaraRaderaVisst blir man nyfiken på den där "old Joanna"?
SvaraRaderaJag har hört att hon brukade spela på Sala Stadshotell på 60-talet medans herrarna i den övre sociteten satt på verandan utanför och drack cognacsgrogg. (Det kan hända att det är en återkommande romantisk dröm jag har...).
tomas: underbart om det var så! undrar vad hon sjöng...? :)
SvaraRaderaOn the sidewalk, Sunday morning
SvaraRaderaLies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Is the someone Mack the knife?
From a tug boat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town
tomas: ok tack :)
SvaraRaderaDu märker att jag inte har någon arbetslust va´?
SvaraRadera