What moonsongs. Do you sing your babies?. What sunshine do you bring?. . Who belongs?. Who decides who's crazy?. Who rights wrongs where others cling?.
New in town with a made up name in the angel city. Chasing fortune and fame. And the camera flashes, make it look like a dream. You had it figured out since you were in school.
To my mistakes, to my mistakes of cowardice. She shimmy shakes, the jimmy jakes of consequence. Born of the airs and dues, my airs of madness do declare.
I lay my head on her bosom. To cry myself to sleep. I see no greater wisdom. Than she has given me. . La Dolly Vita. Sweet as true love. La Dolly Vita.