Younger than springtime are you. Softer than starlight are you. Warmer than winds of June. Are the gentle lips you gave me. . Gayer than laughter are you. Sweeter than music are you. Sunlight
fantasy like this is hit and run. . Younger girls. Oh how I love those younger girls. Younger girls. Oh how I love those younger girls. . I had a dream about girls like you. You said call us, you'll