Feeling a little sad one Sunday, I thought I'd go for a look around the local garden centre which specialises in hyacinths. Whilst there, I met a woman who said she was from Los Angeles called Maggie M'Gill. I asked if she was lost, to which replied, 'Hello, I love you'! Astonished, I said I loved her too, madly, and that she really 'lit my fire'. She then touched me and we went for a drive down Moonlight Drive which isn't far from Love Street. 'Ah, Summer's almost gone', I said, to which she replied, 'I just take it as it comes'. I said, 'I bet you five to one that when the music's over we'll break on through and find our crystal ship. She said, 'You're plain nuts, I was only buying a pot plant for my mother - people are strange, I'm off through the back door man'. Now I've got the roadhouse blues, she only loved me two times, I've never been down so long. The End.
Way too much time on my hands, eh?
