Wrong thread. Wrong forum. Go respond in the Dwight Howard threads in the GARM and NBA forums. This is a political thread in the Debate and Discussion forum, not a basketball thread in the GARM or the NBA forum. This is about Gloria Allred and her trying to be a factor in the election by digging up trash against Romney that is totally ineffective. She's 20 years ago.
Dwight Howard. But you've made your point to all of us Gloria Allred fanboys here on the Clutchfans BBS. There's actually a secret Styx-life forum dedicated to this woman.
No **** you didn't. You didn't do anything. Other than waste your time posting about a woman who is "20 years ago". Sounds like that's true to everyone but you. And Howard, Dwight.
I went to work for her (Gloria Allred) that summer A teenage kid (Dwight Howard) so far from home She was a lonely widow woman Hell-bent to make it on her own We were a thousand miles from nowhere Wheat fields as far as I could see Both needing something from each other Not knowing yet what that might be 'Til she came to me one evening Hot cup of coffee and a smile In a dress that I was certain She hadn't worn in quite a while There was a difference in her laughter There was a softness in her eyes And on the air there was a hunger Even a boy could recognize She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all its wonder Raging in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night That summer wind was all around me Nothing between us but the night When I told her that I'd never She softly whispered that's alright And then I watched her hands of leather Turn to velvet in a touch There's never been another summer When I have ever learned so much We had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all its wonder Raging in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night I often think about that summer The sweat, the moonlight and the lace And I have rarely held another When I haven't seen her face And every time I pass a wheat field And watch it dancing with the wind Although I know it isn't real I just can't help but feel Her hungry arms again She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all its wonder Raging in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night Rushing in long in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burnin' both ends of the night
