— I'd like to see you in a silk dress.
— Would you?
— So I could tear it off you.
— Well, you rip my pretty silk dress, I'll blacken your eye.
You're mine as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. But first we'll liνe.
— I'd like to see you in a silk dress.
— Would you?
— So I could tear it off you.
— Well, you rip my pretty silk dress, I'll blacken your eye.
You're mine as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. But first we'll liνe.