When my baby, when my baby smiles at me I go to Rio...de janeiro....my oh me oh...
March 9th 2011 Frantically frivolous and featuring fantasies of food…followed by sleep and relaxation (if time permits)
Rio. De Janeiro. When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio is what springs to mind, god bless that tune, and who knows where it came from but one knows that when your baby smiles at you, there is a reason you go to Rio.
For a start, Christ is there to greet you. This is as Catholic as the res
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