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Throwback Thursday: Cake

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

You won’t admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps , perhaps

A million times I ask you
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started
And I don’t wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted.

So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don’t dear, confess
And please don’t tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started
And I don’t wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted.

So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don’t dear, confess
And please don’t tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, purrrrrr-haps…

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7 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday: Cake

      1. Good … Stressed, chaotic and very very horney and gotta face masses of other humans as flying to corfu on Sunday to spend 16 days with my daughter’s father and grandparents. They live on a boat – I adore them and p and her father are the best of pals x. But I hate travelling – I get very upset with rudness and travelling can produce some extremely stuipid people. It can also have the opposite effect and I’ve met some really good people but on the whole the whole thing frightens the crap out of me x

          1. I think that was when i first found you… Were you not travelling somewhere… My kid is good with me. She knows when I get really stressed and holds my hand and just says .. “Mummy… Behave”.

          2. I think that was it. It’s silly really – I have flying since I was a baby and travelling on my own since I was 9… I have agrophobia and at the moment it’s not goood x

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