The gothy new wave employees were obviously tired of the endless brown leather penny loafers that walked in and out of the store, mocking their patent black platforms and Mary Janes.
Instead of addressing them according to revolutionary etiquette as Tovarish (comrade), he asked them their Christian names and that of their fathers, while telling them his own.
[…] / ’Cause your love got the best of me, / And baby, you’re making a fool of me. / You got me sprung and I don’t care who sees, / ’Cause baby, you got me so crazy.
Great lords sometimes / For change leave calver'd salmon and eat sprats.
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