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For me? Watching the DVD of Spy Kids 3-D, and upon seeing a pubescent Alexa Vega undulating and writhing on stage like some sort of... SEX EEL, all I could think was "You're not going out dressed like that!".
(sob)
I am undeniably in decline.
I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my foreskin rolled...
All that's good, all that's right;
Everything hot, all that's tight;
Women, men, pubescent girls,
Never again to finger their curls
On their heads so exquisite -
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love.
Chorus
Forty years of livin' - then death,
That's all that's left;
Forty years - then death.
Forty years - all that's left.
The work, it is just beginnin'
As my hair, it begins thinnin';
Pleasure is past, the end
Of all that's dear, as friend
And foe alike disappear -
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love.
Perfume! The smell of perfume
Is forgotten, and the shape of the room
And the sheets on her bed
Disappear forever from my head.
No more the sudden thrill
As I dip into the swill -
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love. |
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