Sunday, July 26, 2015

THERE WAS AN AUDIENCE, BUT I SANG ONLY FOR CLIFF


Embrace me,
My sweet embraceable you,
Embrace me
My irreplaceable you
.

Just one look at you
My heart grows tipsy in me,
You and you alone
Bring out the gypsy in me.

I love all the many charms about you;
Above allI want my arms about you.

Don't be
naughty baby,
Come to Momma, 
Come to Momma do.
My sweet embraceable you.


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