Girls, don’t forget your pearls And all of your horses As you make your way across the pond Girls, don’t forget your curls And all of your corsets Memorize them in a little song
Boys, don’t forget your toys And take all of your money If you find you’re in a foreign land Boys, don’t make too much noise And don’t try to be funny Other people may not understand
Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose Cut a rug, lean into the fucking youth Choreo, we just want the fucking truth Told by the frightened.
Anna is a neuroscientist (by training) who is passionate about International Affairs. She describes herself as an East-West hybrid, well-versed with life as a third culture kid that was raised in South East Asia. Anna also enjoys museums, theatres and her morning coffees. She also likes her Kaya Toast and Mohinga (on separate occasions). She is currently based at King’s College London, at the Faculty of Social Science and Public Policy. You can follow her on Twitter: @AnnaTanGTW.
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