Old Spice?Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me.
Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using the bus and switched to a London Taxi he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a taxi with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster card with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Taxi and not a bus. I’m on a taxi.
(Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using the bus and switched to a London Taxi he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a taxi with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster card with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Taxi and not a bus. I’m on a taxi.
Ghoti Fingers,
Tue 14 Aug 2012, 18:56,
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