Here's to the man who gives to the poor. With a hole in his pride you know. He only wants to give more. Here's to the man who feels for the weak. The moral of this story is.
Warm red wine you know that place where you take me some times. Where my caress have wings and fly right off my shoulder. Where I leave my cares behind and for a while find peace of mind.
Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan. On the Riviera. Every night the bugs bite. Catch her if they can. But she don't hear of it. She say. "I'm working on my tan.
After you have known me better and the new wears off. Will you want me, just as much as you do now?. After I am your possession, will the thrill be gone?.