get off him celtic he may be a shodow of his former self but he's still mine deflated ego or not, still tipsy JJ rugby tackles celtic so she misses the floppy elvis, a more sober celtic relises he was just a big ballon, harbroken, overwhelmed, crushes she sinkes to her knews and sobs, for just a few minuets the dream was tangible, he was alive......
oh what a crule turning and twisting of fait life is, and too think she once lived ten miles from prestwick airport, the only place in the uk (scotland) that elvis visited for s few hours while going home when in the army, ......and now for just a few hartbeats she belived him to be alive,

oh well life a bummer as she eats another oreo and still can't be bother to go listen to the floppy haired paul......but a nasty surprise waited for the princess as she realised Sir Paul Mccartney was in fact......

(hay breack my hart lynne, now your bubble gonna burst)

sob celtic_flame