Imagine seeing him on the town holding another hand She's staring me down so I figure that he told her who I am But it don't matter either way what they do or say Cause ain't nothing changed He's standing with her but his soul is calling out my name. Saw his mama just the other said he'd been through a spell Had a bad break up, thinks he's on his way up, it's hard to tell She said? I think it'd do some good if you call him every now and then You see he's been through some things And I'm thinking he could really use a friend? In my mind I'll always be his lady In my mind I'll always be his girl Only time will tell if I'm his lady But in my mind I'll always be his girl.
I'll always be his little girl...why can't I be his little girl who dates?
Breathtaking Father Daughter Wedding Songs
Amid the speculation surrounding the recent murder of South African white supremacist leader Eugene Terreblanche, the most intriguing figure in his lurid past has, until now, maintained a curious and very uncharacteristic silence. She is the British-born former society model and star newspaper columnist Jani Allan, who was alleged to have embarked on a scandalous secret affair with the hulking Afrikaner - a supposedly devout family man and moral pillar - in the late Eighties. Sent by her liberal-leaning Johannesburg newspaper to poke fun at Terreblanche, at a time when the iniquities of apartheid were finally being redressed, she penned a breathlessly flattering profile in which she confessed to being 'impaled' by his 'blowtorch blue eyes'. Jani Allan was alleged to have embarked on a scandalous secret affair with South African white supremacist leader Eugene Terreblanche in the late Eighties. The article sounded the death knell for Allan's glittering career. Having once topped a South African popularity poll, she became a national pariah and received death threats; and rumours that she had become the buffoonish arch-racist's mistress soon began to circulate.
Always Daddy’s Little Girl (A Poem and Tribute to My Father)
That's what I'm talkin' about! Now everyone give it up for the maid of honor Angelica Schuyler! To the bride!
Every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you. Alone at a corner table, She was watching me watching her. I was pouring out my feelings, She was pouring out the wine. Through the smoke and the beer, It was perfectly clear, That we were touching each others minds. You were always on my mind.