Roxy and I were outside work when a chap came along asking for money... He was singing us a little song, which was ever so sweet and then - sort of wasn't. 'Cos suddenly he wasn't singing about Roxy's leg (he only referred to one leg, saying the other one had a ladder in it so he wouldn't sing about that) but then he was talking about, well other parts of Roxy and we sort of just went 'oh, okay, you can stop now'... He didn't sing to me, he said I had a nice figure but I was hiding it under clothes. Cripes - two guys in one week telling me off about my dress sense - touch harsh huh?
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