I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map