She looked at the flowers as she often did.
The fragrances tossed by the warm breezes of spring.
She picked one and held it close to her chest.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and exhaled.
Images flirted with in her mind, captivating her heart and soul with tales of wonder.
The roaring seas, tranquil beaches, vast forests of evergreen.
Summer rains fall, taking the heat from the day.
A storm can bee seen in the distance.
Clouds rolling closer like the wheels of a steam engine.
Flashes of lightening light its pathway.
Cracks of thunder rumble in chaotic fashion.
He appears out of nowhere.
Opening her eyes she gazes out.
Nothing but blue skies with streaks of pure white clouds fill the sky.
The fields so colourful.
Love is the flower, you've got to let it grow she whispers..............
Steve Boddey July 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Carry on Woodstock
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
Cos where it will take you no one will know,
Nagging and whining all in one hit,
Get back in your box, cos it"s there you fit,
There are promises and laughter, throw in a baby,
Heavenly bliss, well sort of, well maybe,
Tis never all bad, tis never all good,
A mixture of everything, but ya knew that it would,
Love is the flower you've got to let it grow,
Most times it is good, but then who really know?
Whitesnakes do it better ........... Let's just pop back to Woodstock.
Cos where it will take you no one will know,
Nagging and whining all in one hit,
Get back in your box, cos it"s there you fit,
There are promises and laughter, throw in a baby,
Heavenly bliss, well sort of, well maybe,
Tis never all bad, tis never all good,
A mixture of everything, but ya knew that it would,
Love is the flower you've got to let it grow,
Most times it is good, but then who really know?
Whitesnakes do it better ........... Let's just pop back to Woodstock.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Coffee Time People
An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his advice in reviving her husband's libido.
'What about trying Viagra?' asked the doctor.
'Not a chance', she said. 'He won't even take an aspirin.'
'Not a problem,' replied the doctor. 'Give him an 'Irish Viagra'. It's when you drop the Viagra tablet into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went.'
It wasn't a week later when she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to her progress... The poor dear exclaimed, 'Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid! Just terrible, doctor!'
'Really? What happened?' asked the doctor.
'Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up, with a twinkle in his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent me cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there passionately on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!'
'Why so terrible?' asked the doctor, 'Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good?'
'Feckin jaysus, 'twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I' m sittin here, I'll never be able to show me face in Macdonalds again!'
Whitesnakes do it better ............................................ with a sister like mine!
'What about trying Viagra?' asked the doctor.
'Not a chance', she said. 'He won't even take an aspirin.'
'Not a problem,' replied the doctor. 'Give him an 'Irish Viagra'. It's when you drop the Viagra tablet into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went.'
It wasn't a week later when she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to her progress... The poor dear exclaimed, 'Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid! Just terrible, doctor!'
'Really? What happened?' asked the doctor.
'Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up, with a twinkle in his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent me cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there passionately on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!'
'Why so terrible?' asked the doctor, 'Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good?'
'Feckin jaysus, 'twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I' m sittin here, I'll never be able to show me face in Macdonalds again!'
Whitesnakes do it better ............................................ with a sister like mine!
Laughing
Last month a world-wide survey was conducted by the UN.
The only question asked was:-
"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"
The survey was a huge failure because of the following:
In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
In the US they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant.
In Australia they hung up because they couldn't understand an Indian accent.
Whitesnakes do it better ............ when ya laughing at the world!
The only question asked was:-
"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"
The survey was a huge failure because of the following:
In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
In the US they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant.
In Australia they hung up because they couldn't understand an Indian accent.
Whitesnakes do it better ............ when ya laughing at the world!
Funny for de day Mon!
Bloody hell!!
Local Aboriginals in Darwin have pooled their $900.00
Stimulus payments from Kevin Rudd, formed a corporation and are buying up heaps of land in Thailand.
Apparently they are all going to move up there and become Thai-Coons.
Whitesnakes do it better ....with a sense of humour.
Local Aboriginals in Darwin have pooled their $900.00
Stimulus payments from Kevin Rudd, formed a corporation and are buying up heaps of land in Thailand.
Apparently they are all going to move up there and become Thai-Coons.
Whitesnakes do it better ....with a sense of humour.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Carry on Tuesday
Dark clouds roll across the sky bringing heavy rain and cracks of thunder.
Lightening strikes the ground here and there.
High on the mountain he watches as the clouds make their way across the plains.
It is a seductive picture that Mother Nature has created. Rains are not due for sometime.
This year they come early. Animals scatter, seeking cover from the fury that is coming.
The sky now covered with the darkness. He looks back searching for an end to it.
Rays of sunshine creep through the few cracks the clouds leave open.
The talisman around his neck rocks to and fro as the storm moves on past.
The wind, whistling its broken tune. His hair blown about slapping his face then retreating.
The edge of the storm teases him. Will it come his way or just flirt with him?
It chooses the latter. It spits at him. A lightening strike not more than a hundred yards does not cause him any angst. He just stares into the eye of the storm. His eyes focussed on the emptiness of it all.
The cry of his new born stirs him.
His partner still weak from childbirth does her best to comfort their child.
Their shelter a small cave. A fire burns with joyful crackles. The smell of meat cooking reaches his nostrils and the wind quickly takes it away.
As the storm passes he turns and sits with his woman and child.
Taking the meat from the fire he tears at it. Sharing equally between the two of them.
He strokes her face and then looks out once more across the plains.
He asks himself whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life.
Steve Boddey July 2008
Lightening strikes the ground here and there.
High on the mountain he watches as the clouds make their way across the plains.
It is a seductive picture that Mother Nature has created. Rains are not due for sometime.
This year they come early. Animals scatter, seeking cover from the fury that is coming.
The sky now covered with the darkness. He looks back searching for an end to it.
Rays of sunshine creep through the few cracks the clouds leave open.
The talisman around his neck rocks to and fro as the storm moves on past.
The wind, whistling its broken tune. His hair blown about slapping his face then retreating.
The edge of the storm teases him. Will it come his way or just flirt with him?
It chooses the latter. It spits at him. A lightening strike not more than a hundred yards does not cause him any angst. He just stares into the eye of the storm. His eyes focussed on the emptiness of it all.
The cry of his new born stirs him.
His partner still weak from childbirth does her best to comfort their child.
Their shelter a small cave. A fire burns with joyful crackles. The smell of meat cooking reaches his nostrils and the wind quickly takes it away.
As the storm passes he turns and sits with his woman and child.
Taking the meat from the fire he tears at it. Sharing equally between the two of them.
He strokes her face and then looks out once more across the plains.
He asks himself whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life.
Steve Boddey July 2008
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Carry on Carving
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life......
Depends on how fast I am, running,
From the strife that is rife, and the wife with the knife!
Whitesnakes do it better ........always!
Depends on how fast I am, running,
From the strife that is rife, and the wife with the knife!
Whitesnakes do it better ........always!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Ponderings
should have done this, should have done that,
should have really known, known where we’re really at,
say I done some lying, say I never ever cared,
all in your perception, cos you’re some what scared,
i’m still standing here, like I was before,
you’re still waiting, yet I’ve opened up the door,
magic in the air, like there’s always been,
rainbows reflecting off, some other kind of beam,
tired of taking chances, they seem to be the same,
so why when you sleep, you always call my name?
you think it is one sided, that ain’t what’s true,
what ever happens next is entirely up to you,.
Steve Boddey July 2009……
should have really known, known where we’re really at,
say I done some lying, say I never ever cared,
all in your perception, cos you’re some what scared,
i’m still standing here, like I was before,
you’re still waiting, yet I’ve opened up the door,
magic in the air, like there’s always been,
rainbows reflecting off, some other kind of beam,
tired of taking chances, they seem to be the same,
so why when you sleep, you always call my name?
you think it is one sided, that ain’t what’s true,
what ever happens next is entirely up to you,.
Steve Boddey July 2009……
The Plan
Whistling breezes seem to make the trees shiver with delight.
Tantalizing sunlight caresses the leaves.
That cheeky smile lights up the room.
Those glistening eyes full of love kiss everyone they come in contact with.
I look over as you approach.
You place your arms around me and we kiss.
A kiss that tells a story so many have told before.
As we pull apart you smile once more.
Satisfied that your life is now everything you have wanted.
Raising your glass you thank me for being there.
You wink at me and your whole complexion glows
Curling your hair that childish grin appears.
Deep into my heart and soul you search me with your gaze.
There is no jealously as others call out for your attention.
There is only pride in the knowledge that tonight and every night that follows you will be my one and only love.
Tonight and every other night that follows I will be the only one love that you will follow.
So content, so peaceful, so loved.
Never has it been this way.
Why so surprised?
I thought that was always the plan?
Steve Boddey July 2009
Tantalizing sunlight caresses the leaves.
That cheeky smile lights up the room.
Those glistening eyes full of love kiss everyone they come in contact with.
I look over as you approach.
You place your arms around me and we kiss.
A kiss that tells a story so many have told before.
As we pull apart you smile once more.
Satisfied that your life is now everything you have wanted.
Raising your glass you thank me for being there.
You wink at me and your whole complexion glows
Curling your hair that childish grin appears.
Deep into my heart and soul you search me with your gaze.
There is no jealously as others call out for your attention.
There is only pride in the knowledge that tonight and every night that follows you will be my one and only love.
Tonight and every other night that follows I will be the only one love that you will follow.
So content, so peaceful, so loved.
Never has it been this way.
Why so surprised?
I thought that was always the plan?
Steve Boddey July 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Ssssh its the POLICE
A cop from the NSW Police was watching for speeders, but wasn't getting
many.
Then he discovered the problem - a 12-year-old boy was standing up the
road with a hand painted sign, which read 'RADAR TRAP AHEAD.'
The officer then found a young accomplice down the road with a sign
reading 'TIPS' and a bucket full of money ( And we used to just sell
lemonade!)
BETTER
A motorist was mailed a picture of his car speeding through an automated
radar post near Queanbeyan with a Fine of $160 included.
Being cute, he sent the police department a picture of $160
The police responded with another mailed photo of handcuffs.
BEST
A young woman was pulled over for speeding.
As a NSW Policeman walked to her car window, flipping open his ticket
book, she said, 'I bet you are going to sell me a ticket to the
Policemen's Ball.'
He replied, 'New South Wales Policemen don't have balls.'
There was a moment of silence .....
He then closed his book, got back in his patrol car and left.
Whitesnakes do it better ..................Oh yes Officer!
many.
Then he discovered the problem - a 12-year-old boy was standing up the
road with a hand painted sign, which read 'RADAR TRAP AHEAD.'
The officer then found a young accomplice down the road with a sign
reading 'TIPS' and a bucket full of money ( And we used to just sell
lemonade!)
BETTER
A motorist was mailed a picture of his car speeding through an automated
radar post near Queanbeyan with a Fine of $160 included.
Being cute, he sent the police department a picture of $160
The police responded with another mailed photo of handcuffs.
BEST
A young woman was pulled over for speeding.
As a NSW Policeman walked to her car window, flipping open his ticket
book, she said, 'I bet you are going to sell me a ticket to the
Policemen's Ball.'
He replied, 'New South Wales Policemen don't have balls.'
There was a moment of silence .....
He then closed his book, got back in his patrol car and left.
Whitesnakes do it better ..................Oh yes Officer!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Aussie PC Lingo
LOG ON: Adding wood to make the barbie hotter.
LOG OFF: Not adding any more wood to the barbie.
MONITOR: Keeping an eye on the barbie.
DOWNLOAD: Getting the firewood off the Ute.
HARD DRIVE: Making the trip back home without any cold tinnies.
KEYBOARD: Where you hang the Ute keys.
WINDOW: What you shut when the weather's cold.
SCREEN: What you shut in the mozzie season.
BYTE: What mozzies do.
MEGABYTE: What Townsville mozzies do.
CHIP: A bar snack.
MICROCHIP: What's left in the bag after you've eaten the chips.
MODEM: What you did to the lawns.
LAPTOP: Where the cat sleeps.
SOFTWARE: Plastic knives & forks you get at Red Rooster.
HARDWARE: Stainless steel knives & forks - from K-Mart.
MOUSE: The small rodent that eats the grain in the shed.
MAINFRAME: What holds the shed up.
WEB: What spiders make.
WEBSITE: Usually in the shed or under the verandah.
SEARCH ENGINE: What you do when the Ute won't go.
CURSOR: What you say when the Ute won't go.
YAHOO: What you say when the Ute does go.
UPGRADE: A steep hill.
SERVER: The person at the pub who brings out the counter lunch.
MAIL SERVER: The bloke at the pub who brings out the counterlunch.
USER: The neighbour who keeps borrowing things.
NETWORK: What you do when you need to repair the fishing net.
INTERNET: Where you want the fish to go.
NETSCAPE: What the fish do when they discover the hole in the net.
ONLINE: Where you hang the washing.
OFFLINE: Where the washing ends up when the pegs aren't strong enough.
Whitesnakes do it better ....................Onya mate!
LOG OFF: Not adding any more wood to the barbie.
MONITOR: Keeping an eye on the barbie.
DOWNLOAD: Getting the firewood off the Ute.
HARD DRIVE: Making the trip back home without any cold tinnies.
KEYBOARD: Where you hang the Ute keys.
WINDOW: What you shut when the weather's cold.
SCREEN: What you shut in the mozzie season.
BYTE: What mozzies do.
MEGABYTE: What Townsville mozzies do.
CHIP: A bar snack.
MICROCHIP: What's left in the bag after you've eaten the chips.
MODEM: What you did to the lawns.
LAPTOP: Where the cat sleeps.
SOFTWARE: Plastic knives & forks you get at Red Rooster.
HARDWARE: Stainless steel knives & forks - from K-Mart.
MOUSE: The small rodent that eats the grain in the shed.
MAINFRAME: What holds the shed up.
WEB: What spiders make.
WEBSITE: Usually in the shed or under the verandah.
SEARCH ENGINE: What you do when the Ute won't go.
CURSOR: What you say when the Ute won't go.
YAHOO: What you say when the Ute does go.
UPGRADE: A steep hill.
SERVER: The person at the pub who brings out the counter lunch.
MAIL SERVER: The bloke at the pub who brings out the counterlunch.
USER: The neighbour who keeps borrowing things.
NETWORK: What you do when you need to repair the fishing net.
INTERNET: Where you want the fish to go.
NETSCAPE: What the fish do when they discover the hole in the net.
ONLINE: Where you hang the washing.
OFFLINE: Where the washing ends up when the pegs aren't strong enough.
Whitesnakes do it better ....................Onya mate!
Pirate humour
BARTENDER: Hey, I haven't see you in awhile. What happened? You look terrible!
PIRATE: What do you mean? I feel fine.
BARTENDER: What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before.
PIRATE: Well, we were in a battle and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I'm fine now.
BARTENDER: Well, OK, but what about that hook? What happened to your hand?
PIRATE: We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off, then I got fitted with a hook. I'm fine, really.
BARTENDER: What about the eye patch?
PIRATE: Oh, one day we were at sea and a flock of birds flew over. I looked up and one of them poohed in my eye.
BARTENDER: You're kidding! You lost an eye just from bird pooh?
PIRATE: It was my first day with the hook!
Whitesnakes do it better .................. Hardy ha ha!
PIRATE: What do you mean? I feel fine.
BARTENDER: What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before.
PIRATE: Well, we were in a battle and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I'm fine now.
BARTENDER: Well, OK, but what about that hook? What happened to your hand?
PIRATE: We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off, then I got fitted with a hook. I'm fine, really.
BARTENDER: What about the eye patch?
PIRATE: Oh, one day we were at sea and a flock of birds flew over. I looked up and one of them poohed in my eye.
BARTENDER: You're kidding! You lost an eye just from bird pooh?
PIRATE: It was my first day with the hook!
Whitesnakes do it better .................. Hardy ha ha!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Carry on dreaming
Her Heart heavy with an aching for the man she loves. Sleep does not come easy. She struggles, she tosses and turns.
Dream on for dreams are sweet"" his voice whispers in the night air.
“Please come and keep me warm. Love me. Make me feel safe in your arms.”
Her bed is uncomfortable. The constant urge to sleep comes and goes.
“Where are you my love?” She hears her own voice call out.
Through the window a cold wind blows. She lay there semi awake the blankets and sheets are moving. There comes warmth. He is here. She snuggles into him. Her head on his chest, her left hand stroking through the hairs on his chest. Her left leg slightly bent is resting between his.
His left arm around her. His right hand stroking her face.
She feels him kiss her head. She feels him caressing her back. Finally: resting a little way below her panty line.
There is no groping nor is there any hint of sexual hunting.
There is a moment when one feels the love and the caring of someone who understands your needs and wants.
There is a moment when you feel completely loved.
She hears his heart beating and her head rises up and down, as his chest heaves from his breathing. She is content. He is here. He has heard her call.
For a Moment they are one.
Steve Boddey
Dream on for dreams are sweet"" his voice whispers in the night air.
“Please come and keep me warm. Love me. Make me feel safe in your arms.”
Her bed is uncomfortable. The constant urge to sleep comes and goes.
“Where are you my love?” She hears her own voice call out.
Through the window a cold wind blows. She lay there semi awake the blankets and sheets are moving. There comes warmth. He is here. She snuggles into him. Her head on his chest, her left hand stroking through the hairs on his chest. Her left leg slightly bent is resting between his.
His left arm around her. His right hand stroking her face.
She feels him kiss her head. She feels him caressing her back. Finally: resting a little way below her panty line.
There is no groping nor is there any hint of sexual hunting.
There is a moment when one feels the love and the caring of someone who understands your needs and wants.
There is a moment when you feel completely loved.
She hears his heart beating and her head rises up and down, as his chest heaves from his breathing. She is content. He is here. He has heard her call.
For a Moment they are one.
Steve Boddey
Opportunities
It is a strange thing to say but now that I am working, (almost too much) I miss writing.
When I do get time to write I sometimes find it difficult to have anything to say.
I even find it frustrating that I can not manage my time better to visit those that pop by here.
Well Now!
If I were ta take my own pearls of wisdom and stop..........
I would have ta say to myself.
"there are no such things as problems only opportunities"!"
STEVE?
Can ya HEAR what the WHITESNAKE'S saying?
Whitesnakes do it better.......... when ya own advice ya follow.......!
When I do get time to write I sometimes find it difficult to have anything to say.
I even find it frustrating that I can not manage my time better to visit those that pop by here.
Well Now!
If I were ta take my own pearls of wisdom and stop..........
I would have ta say to myself.
"there are no such things as problems only opportunities"!"
STEVE?
Can ya HEAR what the WHITESNAKE'S saying?
Whitesnakes do it better.......... when ya own advice ya follow.......!
Carry on sniffing!
Dream on, for dreams are sweet,
Till ya take them socks off,
It's those smelly feet!
Whitesnakes do it better ........... with a whiff in the air!
Till ya take them socks off,
It's those smelly feet!
Whitesnakes do it better ........... with a whiff in the air!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Feelings
When ya feel so sad lonely and blue,
Will a word from me make a difference ta you?
Could I change ya life and make ya free,
There are better times you can’t see,
Come visit me now I promise I’ll make ya smile
Even when ya hearts breaking it’s for just a little while,
I can take you away, I can make ya smile.
Take a deep breathe and go that extra mile,
Never give up, never say die,
Don’t question the past nor look for reasons why,
No one can heal, the hurt you feel,
Cos all that ya hear and listen to is real,
I’m no magical man, who can cure all the pain,
I’m just human, but I can make you feel sane,
Bringing some hope, some sense of not being alone.
Like a lifeline, I’m kind of ya telephone,
If ya scream at me cos ya hurting so,
I’ll take it all in because I know,
I’m your shoulder ya need ta cry on,
I’m your rainbow just before the sun,
Looking back at life looking for a major change,
Reaching for a hand that will understand seems so strange,
When you live in this cookie kind of world,
Its hard ta find ya name,
Isn’t it strange, when we are all feeling just the same.
Steve Boddey July 2009
Will a word from me make a difference ta you?
Could I change ya life and make ya free,
There are better times you can’t see,
Come visit me now I promise I’ll make ya smile
Even when ya hearts breaking it’s for just a little while,
I can take you away, I can make ya smile.
Take a deep breathe and go that extra mile,
Never give up, never say die,
Don’t question the past nor look for reasons why,
No one can heal, the hurt you feel,
Cos all that ya hear and listen to is real,
I’m no magical man, who can cure all the pain,
I’m just human, but I can make you feel sane,
Bringing some hope, some sense of not being alone.
Like a lifeline, I’m kind of ya telephone,
If ya scream at me cos ya hurting so,
I’ll take it all in because I know,
I’m your shoulder ya need ta cry on,
I’m your rainbow just before the sun,
Looking back at life looking for a major change,
Reaching for a hand that will understand seems so strange,
When you live in this cookie kind of world,
Its hard ta find ya name,
Isn’t it strange, when we are all feeling just the same.
Steve Boddey July 2009
Best years
heartbreak and sorrow have no place in my world,
go somewhere else, if that’s on ya mind,
you may think that heartless,
thoughtless unkind.
romance and stories, here they unfold,
it’s just what ya make it,
these are the best years,
truly the best years.
the best years of my life.
best years of life.
Steve Boddey July 2009
Living Hell
got no money, got no time,
spending time drinking, whiskey or wine,
got loaded questions, gut full of booze,
got no answers, got nothing ta lose.
straight, gay, black or white,
can’t tell no more what’s wrong nor right,
covert the girl, another mans wife,
got ya nothing, but trouble and strife,
make a mends, no one listening,
rain comes down, a rainbow glistening,
strutting ya stuff, do it so well,
love it or hate it, who can tell,
short, fat, thick or thin,
make no difference, no one win,
life on the line, like before,
we all got rights, who want it more?
It’s a living Hell!
Steve Boddey July 2009
spending time drinking, whiskey or wine,
got loaded questions, gut full of booze,
got no answers, got nothing ta lose.
straight, gay, black or white,
can’t tell no more what’s wrong nor right,
covert the girl, another mans wife,
got ya nothing, but trouble and strife,
make a mends, no one listening,
rain comes down, a rainbow glistening,
strutting ya stuff, do it so well,
love it or hate it, who can tell,
short, fat, thick or thin,
make no difference, no one win,
life on the line, like before,
we all got rights, who want it more?
It’s a living Hell!
Steve Boddey July 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Carry on up the Duff
Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door,
The red light fllashed right at him,
Like every time before!
Whitesnakes do it better ........ In a den of iniquity
Knocking on the moonlit door,
The red light fllashed right at him,
Like every time before!
Whitesnakes do it better ........ In a den of iniquity
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