I was born in a box of CrackerJacks, Momma used to dance for the money they threw...Daddy did whatever he could, drank a lot of whiskey...Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves........but anyway, being the son of Sonny and Cher's %231 stalker is not an easy life. Imagine, if you can, my nights of deluge, following the sound of bells (or so I thought)...little did I know it was only her pants....yes, HERS!!!! .....CHER!!!
aI was born in a box of CrackerJacks, Momma used to dance for the money they threw...Daddy did whatever he could, drank a lot of whiskey...Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves........but anyway, being the son of Sonny and Cher's %231 stalker is not an easy life. Imagine, if you can, my nights of deluge, following the sound of bells (or so I thought)...little did I know it was only her pants....yes, HERS!!!! .....CHER!!!