I KISSED AN ARGENTINIAN MAN ON THE TUBE

We met on the platform at Tottenham Court Road, chatted in Spanish and then kissed.

Lots.

In a South American way, not a British way.

I didn’t even check if he was an erudite, literary, cultured, stylish cunt (with a long tongue).

I just got off at my stop, Chalk Farm.

Not un-nice at all.

And I wasn’t even wearing cute shoes.

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16 thoughts on “I KISSED AN ARGENTINIAN MAN ON THE TUBE

    1. I’m lonely and abandoned
      Washed up, left for dead
      I’m lost inside the desert
      Of every word you said

      Like a nuclear reactor
      Or TNT
      I’m thinking about the times
      When you lied to me

      All the innuendo
      Caught up on your hook
      I was just a name
      In your little black book

      Ah, I’ll get even with you

      I’m bitter and I’m twisted
      I haven’t slept in days
      I’m lonely and I’m angry
      I can’t make it go away

      I’m like a bomb that’s ticking
      I got voices in my head
      I got a doll with needles in
      Wishing you were dead

      I’ll get you back somehow
      That’s what I’m gonna do
      I’ll get you back somehow
      Your nightmare coming true

      Ah, I’ll get even with you
      Ah, that’s what I’m gonna do
      Gonna get even with you

      You better look behind you
      ‘Cause there I’m gonna be
      I’ll be standing in the shadows
      With who I used to be

      He’s slightly schizophrenic
      Me and me and me and me agree
      That you are gonna pay
      For what you did to me

      Ah, I’ll get even with you
      Gonna get even with you
      Ah, that’s what I’m gonna do
      I’m gonna do
      Ah, I’ll get even with you

  1. You are a wild woman… I once looked across a crowded train, this fabulous smile beaconing me with his come hither good looks, ruggedly handsome, just litle peeks of his image through the swaying people…finially at downtown stop most got off and I laughed my ass off IT WAS A POSTER

  2. This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.
    Quotation of Plato

  3. I hate that feeling of love and lost. Happened to me once on an Easyjet plane with a guy called Josh to Prague, still kick myself about it four years later. I vowed to never, ever let myself love and lose again, and I haven’t even if I look like a massive keeno.

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