There’s a young girl up in the speakers in the office singing longingly; I don’t quite get the words, probably because of the L1 effect (and the accent is like Greek to me). I, however, hear what is undoubtedly her wish to be in someone’s T-Shirt and nothing else.
I also heard something about Jimmy Choo shoes. She at least has style.
This is one of those songs that make me admit with horror that I’m truly an old fuddy-duddy. I don’t understand the reasoning behind it and I know I will never even in a million years, not that I have a million years. More and more, I realize that I am growing more comfortable with Bob FM (in the evening) and hard rock.
But it gets really cold at times in outside countries. Won’t she catch her death?