We met with pearls on the ceilingStop signs and Kodak callsYou were beautiful I remember Shimmering in the sun likeDew drops We held hands As if we had a chanceFlowers and leaves Rustled in the wind I videotaped you like the Superstar you areWith each stroke of the penI wrote about the lust We lovedWe listened to ABBA untilThe needle hit its limitWe drank vermouth and smoked mentholsWhilst our ...