Oh, move over, Rover
And let Jimi take over …
That’s hot.
Why, because “Maria blow my love to me”. :o
You mean Mariah, don’t you? Maria was in Westside Story.
You may call the wind Mariah, but the wind cries Mary
This thread goes out to the one I love…
Love is like oxygen
I call her Black Mariah. Which is the colour of the wind after it’s been burnt. Creepy.
It doesn’t matter till you can’t get any?
Or rather, crispy.
You get too much, you get too high
Not enough and you’re gonna die
Love is a burnin’ thing.
And it makes a fiery ring.
The sky is burning.
I believe my soul’s on fire.
Bakunin? That you?
“I’ve got it! Mexican trumpets!” – Johnny Cash.
As long as you don’t wet the bed and you are kind to animals, we have no need to worry.