evening. I even run into some ladies occasionally out there. Have the nerve to ask me They say, Shirley, did you really do that?. Did you really buy him all those cars. And the clothes like you said on
yet I had need for nothing but you, but you This is just therapy, let's call it what it is. With a death grip on this life always transitioning. This is just therapy, 'cause you won't take my calls
He's as gentle as a sun to a raindrop. As warm as a noonday sun. It's all in how he makes love to me. It makes me call him passion When he's away, his love is still with me. And when he's here, jo
