Blue Gene baby. . Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender. The beauties were brief. Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine. and a black handkerchief?.
Blue Gene baby. . Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender. The beauties were brief. Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine. and a black handkerchief?.
I've got the feeling but I ain't got the skill. And I don't like your suggestion. Will you still love me when I'm over the hill. Is another stupid question.