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 windchimes 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 mistery, like
Silk twine on a clothesline. Christie mama-missing girl.