How can we keep love alive?
How can anything survive,
When these little minds tear you in two?
What's a town without Pitney gonna do?
Gene Pitney was never played in a game.
Flopping around on her four-poster bed like a trout in a rowboat, she finally kicked the proverbial bucket, going tits-up with all the panache and sophistication of a can of yams.
(d) September 3rd, 2001