“‘Come out, English soldier; come out here to us.’ For some little time we were cautious, and did not even answer. Officers, fearing treachery, ordered the men to be silent. But up and down our line one heard the men answering that Christmas greeting from the enemy. How could we resist wishing each other Merry Christmas, even though we might be at each other’s throats immediately afterwards? So we kept up a running conversation with the Germans, all the while our hands ready on our rifles. Blood and peace, enmity and fraternity - war’s most amazing paradox. The night wore on to dawn - a night made easier by songs from the German trenches, the pipings of piccolos and from our broad lines laughter and Christmas carols. Not a shot was fired.”
Body’s so freakin’ soft
I can’t wait to turn you on
You got me like la la la la la baby
Is how you make me feel baby
I can feel your body flowers
While I’m kissing on your thighs
You got me like la la la la baby
Anticipations so crazy
I’ll be good to you, promise.
While making love to you, promise!
Go to sleep, and when we wake up,
I’ma hit that thing again