Sari
2009-08-08 11:11:16 UTC
rich man, poor man begger man thief, my baby changes like the weather
tinker (or drinker) tailor soldier spy, I wouldn't look at another
black hair, brown hair young or old, he's my rain and sunshine
whether he's good or whether he's bad...
he's a.........
he's mine.....
that's about all I remember but love the song and never forgotten these words for 20+ years. Sounds like something Donna Summer would have done but can;t find it in her repertoire.