The Tart In The Window In Old Amsterdam

The Tart In The Window In Old Amsterdam

A tart lived in a window in old Amsterdam
A window with a whore in and no time for snorin'
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a window in Old Amsterdam."

Chorus: I saw a tart!
Where?
There on the chair!
Where on the chair?
Right there!
A hooker with no clothes on!
Well I declare!
Pulling six fifty an hour on the chair!
Oh yeah!

This happy little hooker called Giselle Lynette
Liked showing the world she's a natural brunette and
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a window in Old Amsterdam."

Chorus

She'd go down to the cafe to score some good stuff,
To see her through the long nights, the pimps and the bitchfights;
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a window in Old Amsterdam."

Chorus

Giselle got so lonesome, she hired some friends,
Some windows with tarts in, it's hardly surprisin',
They sang every morning, "How lucky we are,
Living in windows in Amsterdam, ja."

Chorus

This city was famed for its letters and arts.
There's nobody here now, just cafes and tarts.

Oh yeah!

All This Bloody Waiting ...

The White Wolf Fiction Writing Contest, Round One, expired some time ago, more or less. White Wolf said they'd let the contestants know who's won and who's not today, May 13, 2005.

I know it's Friday 13th and all, so perhaps that's got something to do with it. But it's been pretty much all day so far, and still nothing as yet.

Chances are, the moment I put this posting off to bed, the announcement will come in. Just you wait and see.