Back to a time when things were easier to understand.
When the consequences did not seem so dire.
When the odor of disinfectant foot powder was not my constant companion.
The bottom Golden Haired Beauty is the legendary Rita Hayworth in her salad days.
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
I've been one poor correspondent, and I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
And this concludes my presentation of Sister Golden Hair.
Now for the surprise...