Happy birthday, darlin'!!! As we bow to your genius on your birthday , take my hand for a little walk down memory lane... The Man, in your own words...
I can’t keep him out of my head. He keeps on creeping in like some naughty child sneaking in through the back door and forcing me to recognise him.
I’m forced to look at his tight jeans. His fine arse, thighs and strong legs.
I take in the waistcoat and the nakedness of his shoulders. And he’s so fine I have to catch my breath to stop myself from crying.
...shoulders, so strong and square and those high waisters that he seems to be rather fond of, tucked into calf high black boots and I want to run after him.
His special grins he saved for certain occasions. The wide angle ones that said: “So, challenge me!”
I can’t keep him out of my head. He keeps on creeping in like some naughty child sneaking in through the back door and forcing me to recognise him.
I’m forced to look at his tight jeans. His fine arse, thighs and strong legs.
I take in the waistcoat and the nakedness of his shoulders. And he’s so fine I have to catch my breath to stop myself from crying.
...shoulders, so strong and square and those high waisters that he seems to be rather fond of, tucked into calf high black boots and I want to run after him.
His special grins he saved for certain occasions. The wide angle ones that said: “So, challenge me!”