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
"Hello, may I speak to Barbara? Barbara, this is Shirley. You might not know who I am but the reason I am calling you is because. I was going through my old man's pockets this morning. And I just
Goldfinger, he's the man. The man with the midas touch. A spider's touch. Such a cold finger. Beckons you to enter his web of sin. But don't go in Golden words he will pour in your ear. But his
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
Where are you? Why do you hide?. Where is that moonlight trail that leads to your side?. Just like the moonraker goes in search of his dream of gold. I search for love, for someone to have and hold
