I'm lying in my bed. The blanket is warm. This body will never be safe from harm. Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole.
Everybody come on down, the man with the guitar just hit town. Sets off like a rocket, there he goes. Rockin' from his head down to his toes. My boy Elvis, real rock - My boy Elvis, real rock.
Take the chance. Give it all that you can. Cause he doesn't feel a thing for you. You can try to move on. So nothing will go wrong. Maybe he will be back.
Baby, I need you here with me. Because I've tried to make you understand. I want you, each move you make. I realize you are the right one for me. . Move it up, come baby, move it up.
Yo, yo, yo, yo the Sheep are back, black. On the attack that fattens your format. And suckers have to backtrack, regroup, resign. As me and mine recline in shade.
Well the desk porter laughed. News of our legend and our exploits. Traveled far from bell-hop to hired car. All this and more. . Modern History. On the third floor.