They took enough of my mind. To make a calculator. Addin' up the figures, they'll find. That love's a dumbwaiter. . Waitin' for the dream to fade. Right into you hit parade.
Our Time. . I Traced Your Arms As You Laid Spread Out On The Sunday Paper. Looked Like The Crime Scene Of An Angel Ghost. I Heard The Gate Clatter To On The Elevator.
I woke her up twice in the middle of the night. To ask what her name is and where she might live. To ask how many fingers she saw in this light. To ask if she might know what gives.
You look just like Mona Lisa, baby. Have you got something up your sleeve?. You got your arms folded and your legs propped up. Oh, I must say, you're looking relieved.
Old School. . He's The Old School. He Don't Say When He's Hurting. He'll Just Hide Away 'Til It's Over. And Tears Are Dry. . He's The Old School. And You Can't See Him Cry.
On With You. . Twenty Years And We're Still On The Beat. Stretchin' Out And Goin' For It. I Don't Know If These Ends Will Ever Meet. Thing With Love Is You Can't Store It.
When the snake of love. Starts pulling you under. And it wont let go. 'Til it starts to thunder. And there's not a cloud in the sky. Gonna make him shake.
Old Days. . I Was Sittin' In The Dressing Room With Brownie Mcgee. He Was Drinkin' That Milk With That Dewar's Whiskey. Said John, There's Nothin' Written Anywhere.
When I look into your eyes. See the world cut down to size. Baby don't apologize. Takin' me one step over the line. . When I touch your secret skin. Babe I know it ain't no sin.