Come back from San Francisco, it can't be all that pretty. When all of New York City misses you. Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel.
Well, courtesans shed no tears. When you leave them high and dry. They just go on, they just go on. To the next guy. . 'Cause courtesans only want. Compensation for their time.
See them on their big bright screen. Tan and blonde and seventeen. Eating nonfood keeps them mean. But they're young forever. . If they must grow up. They marry dukes and earls.
I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon. I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes. Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.