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Actors: Martin Kemp (actor), Brenda Bruce (actress), Barry Jackson (actor), Fay Weldon (writer), Maggie Steed (actress), Pearce Quigley (actor), John Stride (actor), Rosalind Bennett (actress), Claire Hackett (actress), Brian Farnham (producer), Roger Gregory (director), Caitlin Bossley (actress), Carolyn Pooley (actress), Jamie Foster (actor),
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Plot: Polly, an amiable wisecracking piano teacher, becomes involved with some shady music publishers. She also happens to be infatuated with her music loving dentist Henry--who is not quite as romantically inclined as she. Polly manages to ensnare her room mate Eileen, Eileen's fiance Jimmy, and Henry in some shenanigans involving the rights to the song "Kansas City Kitty". The comedy is mixed with several up-tempo novelty tunes from the big band era.
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lyrics to Mind Games by a norte soldier Woodie. -comment like n sub-
This is the 8th track from his album 'Demonz In My Sleep'. RIP Woodie
[Verse: Woodie]
Let's take it back to ninety-three, flag hangin' to the back of my knee
A three fifty seven tucked in my nuts for those attackin' me
Patrolin' the block, the set, the turf whatever you wanna call it
Seventeen years old so bold ain't no one shot callin'
Fool we got our own gang, and do our own thang
Money second, bitches third, first thing build a known name
Earn our stripes, put in work, objective leave them rivals hurt
Get your hands on any strap you can if broken make it work
Avoid the cops at all costs, never come in contact
Hit a fence and shake you faced with murder result to combat
As long as that strap is loaded homie you got a chance
Never give up, throw your shit up let 'em know you ready for the last dance
One-eight-seven we hit them, seven-eight-one they hit us
Back and forth we all die, fuck it! In my northerners I trust
To ride's a must, whenever I bust can't let 'em match ballistics