Quote:
Originally Posted by Stitchawl
 When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five |
Your new fine look (
) reminded me at these few lines:
Well, I keep getting younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say