I've been listening to Eliza Doolittle's 'pack up' on repeat on my ipod this summer, Eliza uses the elements of the original in her chorus to this song. But nothing will distract me away from the classic version of pack up...
philter \FIL-tur\, noun: Some things you can feel coming. You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. When you feel that need, you have to watch your step; like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus. -- Umberto Eco.
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