helgi
New Member
If a foot in the door is to be gotten,
Make liquid all the saints,
And bend the face contrarily,
With stately nasal grace,
Thrust the shaking hand,
Like a dog with better tricks,
Thrust the hand again,
Till diplomacy is sick,
Stand before the Mona,
If she ever comes outside,
Pretend that you are moaning,
When my flesh and blood walks by
Make liquid all the saints,
And bend the face contrarily,
With stately nasal grace,
Thrust the shaking hand,
Like a dog with better tricks,
Thrust the hand again,
Till diplomacy is sick,
Stand before the Mona,
If she ever comes outside,
Pretend that you are moaning,
When my flesh and blood walks by