I think I'm getting it right this time. I can tell by the way she grins. She put the postcards up on the head of our bed. I can see Algiers. . She says, "Don't the streets on Sunday look great.
How can I help you focus. When all you do is choke us?. Try looking for me and wishing for me. And kiss me softer than the rest. . How can I help you dream.
He's got a four wheel drive. That he takes to Double Island Point. He's got a relationship with a woman. That he met in an Irish joint. . I know the land and the colored sand.