JANAKI IN the ring!!!
I don't dangle dingles...or pick.
Who's vine is it anyway?
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries
I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today
I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover
You'll know who I am by the song that I sing
I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover
Who cares what the morrow shall bring
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries
I'll drink your sweet wine
I can't be contented with yesterday's glory
I can't live on promises
Winter to spring (winter to spring)
Today is my moment and now is my story
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries
I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today
What were we talking about?
Oh yeah, wrestling...
Last week, the wayback machine and staying inside all sound good to me.
Give me a wee bit of time to train first.
I'll be wearing (of course) when I first enter the ring a pair of goat-smelling teenager jeans, which I will later remove to reveal a pair of purple portuguese panties, an undershirt with the words "International Garlic Festival" written across the front and the number "9" on the back, and a pair of knee-high striped socks (pink, blue and orange). My muscles will be oiled and my hair loose.
S