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
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
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
