Yo in the middle of June in the summer of '59. I was young and cool, shot a bad game of pool, and I hustled all the chumps I could find. . Now they call me the swan cause I wave my magic wand and I loved all the women to death.
She's a witch. A bat. A bonafide bore. What's more - she snores. And that is a fact. Cow eyes lie. Yes it's time to resist. How did I ever. Get into this.