First day of March / I’m missing old friends / A part of my thirties / The fun part / Where are they now, I wonder / Up in the heavens still or down here being kids somewhere? / You were a naughty bunch / Every single one of you / I bet you’d like to be gay again / But probably not Vietnamese / I could see Andrew a son of a Hollywood movie producer / So, Jewish, growing up in the industry and loving the dramas of it all / Jonathan told me once when for some reason I asked / He would want to be a blonde beauty, immersed in high fashion world, pursued by international millionaire playboys / Somehow I think Philip is ready for a higher dimension / Or a different planet with spiritually, technically advanced beings / Ah, my departed friends / Wouldn’t it be nice to have a campfire with all of you and all our colorful, crazy friends / Though a confession / You’re fading from my memories a bit / Have fun wherever you are, my lovely friends. from Miss Ta Ta , that’s what I like to be properly addressed as