(Once in a while, like every thousand stories or so, I repeat a story. To honour St Valentine’s Day, here is a story (of true love) that I’ve told before!)
Come on, baby. Get over into the back seat.
Nah, I don’t want to.
(Smooch. Smooch). Come on, baby. Get over into the back seat.
Nah. I don’t want to.
(Smooch. Smooch). Come on, baby. Get over into the back seat.
Nah. I don’t want to.
Why not?
‘Cos I want to be with you.
Weave a Web 