Light struck from the lemon tree. What if I'd never seen. Hysterical light from Eugene?. Lemon yogurt. Remember I pulled at your shirt. I dropped the ashtray on the floor. I just wanted to be near
In a village in Old Siam, sir, there's a lady who's lost her way. In an effort to find a man, sir, she found herself in the old UK. She waited 'round in Walthamstowe, she skated 'round in
first words replaced by trumpet notes, ***, that's my baby. No sir, I don't mean maybe, yes sir, that's my baby now. Yes, ma'm, we've decided, no ma'm, we ain't gonna hide it, yes, ma'm, you're
