Lovely Rita, meter maid Nothing can come between us When it gets dark, I tow your heart away. Standing by a parking meter When I caught a glimpse of Rita Filling in a ticket in a little white book.
In the cap, she looked much older, And the bag across her shoulder, Made her look a little like a milit'ry man.
Lovely Rita, meter maid, May I inquire discreetly? When are you free to take some tea with me?
Ritaanz, Don just implied that you (a) look much older, (b) looked like a military man and (c) can you even conceive of Don D. "taking tea" with ANYONE???? x:-)
Ah, yes. Glad I only check on here from time to time, otherwise Parabeagle would be in BIG trouble!
Rita: I will be more than glad to take tea with you in the morrow. I shall willingly accept your gentle invitation and will suggest one of the finer establishments on the east side, near the brook. (And Parabeagle can wallow in the Oregonian backwash).
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Oh, Don, my little treasure, you remembered the Beatle's song that was sung in my memory.
Nothing can come between us
When it gets dark, I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter
When I caught a glimpse of Rita
Filling in a ticket in a little white book.
In the cap, she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder,
Made her look a little like a milit'ry man.
Lovely Rita, meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly?
When are you free to take some tea with me?
Ritaanz, Don just implied that you (a) look much older, (b) looked like a military man and (c) can you even conceive of Don D. "taking tea" with ANYONE???? x:-)
Ah, yes. Glad I only check on here from time to time, otherwise Parabeagle would be in BIG trouble!