I stand before you naked.
I go to my closet and pull out carefully protected suit, wrapped in space-age unflammable plastic. I remove the suit from the garment bag and start to dress. The suit is white, pure and innocent, perfectly clean.
I don a white shirt, leaving the two top buttons undone. It is sexier that way.
I adjust my pants, making sure that my bulge of my package can be clearly seen by all who pass.
The final touch, my high heel shoes. I am now 6’6″ tall.
I am ready.
Waterloo – I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo – Promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo – Couldn’t escape if I wanted to
Waterloo – Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo – Finally facing my Waterloo
The is only one event that can bring me out of my recent depression.
Mamma Mia. The songs of ABBA. Tonight.