” And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry,
“hey! It’s me” I’m dynamite and I don’t know why.
And you shall take me strongly in your arms again,
And I will not remember how I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty and wet with grain.
And I will never, never, never grow so old again…oh sweet thing…my my my my my sweet thing.”
Have fun this weekend Loves,♥