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You know how in the movies Cary Grant got away with Everything? Like in Charade He tricked Audrey Hepburn Into helping him and went by Peter, Alex, Joshua, each time She learned his "real" name Thought "I know him now and I could love him better than he's Ever been. He will never lie to me again." And she dreamed About his olderman lips and His olderman hips that had Certainly been around the block A few times and definitely knew A thing or two about the things Her mother warned her about She leans into him anyway The sweeping music begins The camera pans discreetly Over to the wall, modesty Is the best policy afterall And the next morning he's Singing in her shower, she's Finally solved the mystery of How he shaves in that sensual Chin dimple get a woman to Do it for him, she's weak in the Knees thinking about her hand On the razor and getting weaker When he saves her from Walter Matthau's evil clutches and James Coburn, the other villains are long Forgotten so they live happily ever After and sing together in the shower For about a week until she learns he's Someone else. Not even Peter, Alex, Joshua, so many men he's forgotten He leaves her crying holding the Straight razor in her forlorn little Fingers. He was just a guy named Arthur who charmed her with a Funny accent then walked out the Door and ran up her water bill like A cad
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Playing Charades is a Dangerous Game
You know how in the movies Cary Grant got away with Everything? Like in Charade He tricked Audrey Hepburn Into helping him and went by Peter, Alex, Joshua, each time She learned his "real" name Thought "I know him now and I could love him better than he's Ever been. He will never lie to me again." And she dreamed About his olderman lips and His olderman hips that had Certainly been around the block A few times and definitely knew A thing or two about the things Her mother warned her about She leans into him anyway The sweeping music begins The camera pans discreetly Over to the wall, modesty Is the best policy afterall And the next morning he's Singing in her shower, she's Finally solved the mystery of How he shaves in that sensual Chin dimple get a woman to Do it for him, she's weak in the Knees thinking about her hand On the razor and getting weaker When he saves her from Walter Matthau's evil clutches and James Coburn, the other villains are long Forgotten so they live happily ever After and sing together in the shower For about a week until she learns he's Someone else. Not even Peter, Alex, Joshua, so many men he's forgotten He leaves her crying holding the Straight razor in her forlorn little Fingers. He was just a guy named Arthur who charmed her with a Funny accent then walked out the Door and ran up her water bill like A cad
Charade is a good movie. I'm trying some new things with spacing. Bear with me.
holly-salvatore
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
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