For years I've nursed a secret desire to spend the Fourth of July in a double hammock with a swingin' redheaded broad. But I could never find me a double hammock
Frank SinatraYou are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
Frank SinatraFresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.
Frank Sinatra