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By Seagull
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25 July 2007 |
Fashion model came from Bolton;
went to Paris saw the sights.
She scaled the heights.
Close cropped hair with slit down skirt;
with tits on show, oh what a flirt,
beneath the lens and harsh white glare.
Then left on stalls in pouring rain;
oh what bollocks, such a shame!
Peasant girl from slums of Paris;
went to Bolton became a bride.
At least she'd tried.
Streaked blonde hair and dress of white;
not for her Dior's delight.
Outside the Church she's catching stares.
Then fifteen kids and fag in mouth
she shuffles round the house, who cares?
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Written by Fledermaus (3238 comments posted) 25th July 2007 | Is it just to contrast the two or are they actually the same person and did her career not work out as planned? Well, at least I guess Bolton (or any other place in Britain) can't be worse than the slums of Paris.
Good read. |
Written by Seagull (174 comments posted) 25th July 2007 | | It's the same girl. |
Written by Phil (6635 comments posted) 26th July 2007 | Crikey, what a come down. Bolton! I'm here on missionary work for the YLO - but to choose to settle here! Still: fifteen kids and fag in mouth - she's not alone around here.
Perhaps I shouldn't mock - this sounds like it might be based on fact.
Shattered dreams, I guess. Almost like a cautionary tale not to reach too high - and yet where would we all be then?
I liked this. Something about line three that doesn't quite work for me. Structured the same as the second verse, but it kind of jags.
Phil |
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