Whatever did happen to your soul?. I heard you sold it. To some old boy who lived uptown. Who could afford it. So what's gonna happen to you now?. Therapy? The pharmacy?.
one eye open baby. both hands tied behind my back. surprise acomin in a cross street smile. how so the changes have come slow. takers drivin got to take the wheel.
I got your phone number, baby. I'll call you sometime. I think I might, be out tonight. Maybe give you a ride. . Cocktails for two, down lover's lane.