Yeaaa!. What Up baby. You an Astronaut Chick & that's The Only Thing That matter to me. You made me. On a whole another level, me & you we light the room up when we together. Anytime we having s
I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
me hot notes. . Oh baby, I don't want. Any tune, on a cello. Give the rhythm men a chance. Sing me a swing song and let me dance. . Ol' Chick Webb is beatin' it out. Makes me feel like I want
Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday. And all it's edges folded and the corners faded, sepia brown. And yet it's all I have of our past love. A postscript to it's ending. . Brighter days, I