In olden days a glimpse of stocking. Was looked on as something shocking. Now heaven knows, anything goes. . Good authors too who once knew better words.
Times have changed. And we've often rewound the clock. Since the Puritans got the shock. When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today. any shock they might try to stem.
The day is my enemy, the night my friend,. For I'm always so alone. Till the day draws to an end.. But when the sun goes down. And the moon comes through,.
I love the looks of you, the lure of you. The sweet of you, the pure of you. The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you. The east, west, north, and the south of you.
Sad times, may follow your tracks. Bad times, may bar you from Sak's. At times, when Satan in slacks. Breaks down your self control. . Maybe, as often it goes.