RIP Miss T.
You were a "Whole Lotta Love", even if you would often ask, "What's Love Got To Do With It".
Well, I say, you were my "Acid Queen", for whom I often had to "Gather (my) wits and hold them fast" as my mind would "learn to roam" on the lady with the most beautiful pair of legs this side of heaven.
Go safely into the arms of Jesus
Lie Safe on His gentle breast
There by His love oershaded
Sweetly thy soul shall rest.