Though I'd like to be the girl for him
And cross the sea and land for him
On milky skin my tongue is sand until
The ever distant band begins to play
He's my Brandy Alexander
Always gets me into trouble
But that's another matter
-Feist 'Brandy Alexander'
It's been stuck in my head today.
I've finally ditched my stockings.
Spring has truely sprung.
There are open-air markets, florists and everywhere smells like flowers.
I love France in the spring.