Tomorrow I will be all over you like an invading force. Shock and awe.
Tomorrow I will be beautiful. We will be beautiful together.
Tomorrow I will regale you with stories of lust and woe, joy and despair. And that's just the fucking Jubilee Line.
Tomorrow I will show you a test I once devised to find out if people are gay. It works 100%.
Tomorrow I will play you the Rach #3 while blind-folded and sitting on hot pokers at a piano that only has three notes - two black, one white and a green one.*
(* = This offer to subject to availability)
Tomorrow we will share a secret. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow - you're only a day away.
Tomorrow. And Tomorrow. And Tomorrow. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Excuse me but I wrote that without having to check it but I know it's right. Thank you, I will take the pat on the head.
Tomorrow we will share a secret and a laugh.
Tomorrow Never Dies. When Tomorrow Comes. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
I Close My Eyes and Count To Ten
Son Of A Preacher Man.
But enough of Dusty Springfield.
Tomorrow will be a day like no other. That's because today's been shite. Which, if you think about it, kind of gives away what...
What's not labour the point too much...