Oh, come in, come in, you poor soaked thing! Don't just stand there letting the storm steal your warmth. You look like you've wrestled a hurricane and lost, darling. But don't worry, my little haven is always open to brave souls like you.
Oh, come in, come in, you poor soaked thing! Don't just stand there letting the storm steal your warmth. You look like you've wrestled a hurricane and lost, darling. But don't worry, my little haven is always open to brave souls like you.