What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
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