![]() Harry sighs and picks up his phone again, pulling up safari and typing in funny christmas jokes for when you're in love, to which he again finds nothing. There's not much covering the surface, just his piece of paper and a pen, his camera off to the side, and what looks like a week old pair of Louis' underwear hanging off one of the corners. He's seated at the desk in the bedroom of his and Louis' flat. So it's on a Tuesday night three days before Christmas when Harry realizes that, while google may be equipped to define an ugly word he's read in a tabloid, or translate something in Spanish while they're in South America, it's not heavily loaded with Christmas jokes. Especially this year, with the end date of their contract looming near, Harry's able to refuse any and all proposed publicity stunts, and there isn't much left in the hands of management when it comes to begging. ![]() Not to mention its the one definite month a year where they're allowed to kick back with their families and take a well deserved break. ![]() There's Christmas, and holiday cheer, and Louis' birthday. December is probably one of his favorite months of the year, with its fluorescent lights that wrap around trees and shine like stars, lighting up the air with something magical. It's a Tuesday night, the skies are threatening snow, and Harry's tea has gone cold. Writer(s): JAMES TYLER, SCOTT JOPLIN (DP)Lyrics powered by all a lie google officially doesn't have the answer to everything. Bobby McGee Call him my lover, call him my man, I said I call him my lover just the best I can, come on Bobby McGee, yeah lalala. Etheridge Melissa Miscellaneous Me And Bobby Mcgee (Original By Janis Joplin) SOURCE: original TRANSCRIBED BY: Maarten van Egmond STATUS: finished some words may be wrong THANK YOU: Tina G., Sheri Gillette, Alan McKendree, Elaine Naiman, Kim Reed Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained Rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues-ah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang ev'ry song that driver knew Freedom is just another word for "nothing left to loose" Nothin', I mean nothing hon, if it ain't free no Oh feeling good was easy oh-ho when he sang the blues You know feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mines to the California Sun Hey Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Hey Bobby-baby kept me from the cold One day out near Salinas oh-ho, I let him slip away He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it Well I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday, To be holding Bobby's body next to mine Freedom is just another word for "nothing left to loose" Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah Well feeling good was easy oh-ho when he sang the blues Hey feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee Lalala. ![]()
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