More Info Well you wouldn't read my letters if I wrote you
You ask me not to call you on the phone
Well there's something I've been waiting for to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of a song
The glamor of the gay night life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquer flow
Well you went to be some body else's baby
And forget the truest love you ever know
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
