There is a woman called Lilian Shaw, she doesn't know me.
Lilian thinks that I am a boy, she keeps asking me if I am ok.
'Is that little boy alright?'
Lilian tells anyone who will listen that I am special and that I need looking after.
'Are you okay little boy?'
Lilian says that I am a nice little boy, she doesn't ever want anything to happen to him.
'Little boy, are you alright?'
Lilian Shaw comes to life at this time. 20.45GMT.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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