Tony told me, "hold me like a pony," and "sunshine is like a gold mine."
Tony tole me, "hole me, I'm all broke and bony like wind chimes hung in wartime."
Tony la-la lonely boy. Christie kissed me.
It was misty so she missed me.
She'll hang time on the grape vine. Christie kissed me.
It was misty like a mystery, like silk twine on a clothesline. Christie mama-missing girl.