In olden days a glimpse of stocking. Was looked on as something shocking. Now heaven knows, anything goes. . Good authors too who once knew better words.
Times have changed. And we've often rewound the clock. Since the Puritans got the shock. When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today. any shock they might try to stem.
The day is my enemy, the night my friend,. For I'm always so alone. Till the day draws to an end.. But when the sun goes down. And the moon comes through,.
I love the looks of you, the lure of you. The sweet of you, the pure of you. The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you. The east, west, north, and the south of you.
Sad times, may follow your tracks. Bad times, may bar you from Sak's. At times, when Satan in slacks. Breaks down your self control. . Maybe, as often it goes.
Times have changed. And we've often rewound the clock. Since the Puritans got a shock. When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today, any shock they should try to stem.
I love the looks of you, the lure of you. The sweet of you and the pure of you. The eyes, the arms and the mouth of you. The east, west, north and the south of you.
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Though with joy I should be reeling. That at last you came my way,. There's no further use concealing. That I'm feeling far from gay,. For the rare allure about you.
Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?. Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?. Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?. Or is what i feel the real McCoy?.
Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?. Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?. Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?. Or is what i feel the real McCoy?.
After watching your appeal from every angle. there's a big romantic deal I've got to wangle. For I've fallen for a certain luscious lass. And it's not a passing fancy or a fancy pass.
What a day this has been!. What a rare mood I'm in!. Why, it's almost like being in love. . There's a smile on my face. For the whole human race. Why it's almost like being in love.
I'm sorry to say I didn't know her name. The fact the last 6 hours are a haze. Piecing together the fragments of a frame. Why my motor skills are out of face.