The Mystery of Mister Hollywood Zero

September 15, 2014  :: 0 comments

Oh, roll me over, in the clover, red hot rover, white cliffs of Dover… Yeah, man. Cry me a river, baby. You came alive once, once in a blue moon, Angie, and it hurt me so badly to see your frantic performances on the patio stage as you, demonstrating no talent at all, sought to rely on your physical beauty …