Golden Brown I can’t afford to chase the sun, Just to grill my lovely bum. The price of a return flight to Spain, Would top my tan up time & again. I just don’t care about rain & snow, As long as I’m tanned from top to toe. For a nice dark brown… not just off white, I need to lie there half the night. My friends have said, that suns a sin, You’ll just get cancer on yer skin. But hey…who cares I’ve always said, As long as I’m comfy on my bed. I feel so good; it feels so warm, To lie here through the night till dawn I couldn’t give a monkeys If I’m wrinkly when I’m old ‘Cause my skins warm & golden brown, Not milky white and cold.Birth sign: Taurus
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