They called her Rosemouth And she Put love, and she put love They called her Rosemouth she put love above any thought
As she went down at the train station At the village of Saint Hillary Everybody realized at the first look she wasn t for sure a missionary
there is who makes love because of bore who choose to do it as a profession rosemouth none of the two she made it jus for passion
But passion often leads To satisfy our own needs Without asking if the lusted Has its hearth free or it is engaged
And so it happened that day by day Rosemouth attracted to herself The anger of the pooches She took the bone away
But the merry wives of a small village Are not known for their intiative The contermeasure untill that point Were limited to the invective
You know that the people give good advices Feeling like Jesus in the temple You know that people give good advices When they can’t give anymore the bad example
So and old gossip never been wife Without any son, whithot any need Took the brount , for sure the pleasure To give to the cummars the good advice
And talking to the cuckold women She spoke them words witty and remarked And said the theft of love will be perscuted By the order constituited
So they went to the commissary And told him without parafhrase That filthy whore has too many clients More than an alimentary store
And arrived four policemen With their uniform and with their hats And arrived four policemen With their uniform and with their arms
the tender heart is not something that the policemen willingly show but that time to the train they took Rosemouth really with bad grace
At the train station there were everybody From the commissary to the priest At the station there everybody With red eyes and hat in hand
To great who for a while Without asking nothing without expectations To great who for a while Brought love in the smallvillage
There was a yellow board With a black write That said so long Rosemouth Going you away spring is leaving us
But an original news Don’t need any newspaper Like an arrow shot from the arch It runs fast from mouth to mouth
And at the next station Much more people than when she left Who blowned her kisses , who threw her some flowers Who asked to be with her a couple of hours
Even the the vicar that don’t despise Between a misere and an extreme rites The voluptuos good of beauty Wanted her at his side in the procession
So with Maria Virgin in the frist line And rosemouth hidden but close He leads with him in the village The sacre love and profane love
so we are at the end of the year and is already some month i am on here, and, whow!!! i didn't espect to find so many amazing people on here. so thank you so much for being you, so sweet so naughty and so incredible. but above all so friendly. some more than others and sombody even more, you know who you are. thank you for the incredible moments, couldn't belive to find something so deep on here...... even the stupidity of some guy is so deep, but is part of the play and i accept it. by the way i have so many random request of friendship. guys , nothing against you, but before to send a friend request try , if your mind allows you , to change some word and avoid that easy irony for my name. kisses
maybe it was not clear, so i try to repeat in other words:
guys , nothing against you, but before to send a friend request try , if your mind allows you , to change some word and avoid that easy irony on my name. kisses