Well a dollar I make Is a buck I owe And a 40-hour week Leaves 10 to blow But every game in this town Is just a nickel-and-dime And when the sun goes
I like being left alone I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky, A glass of Cotes du Rhone I like summer, I like fall, I like music, but most of all I like
A world filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless sky A man's life so meager, he can but wonder why He cries out to Heaven its truth to reveal The answer
With her drop dead looks and her little girl charm Everybody thought she'd go far And at 20 years old she was rich as could be And a world-famed Hollywood
Stained glass windows smoked wood tables The slaves of culture toil by night The pall of perfumed true confessions And when the air gets thick as this
For every emotion, she's got one she's hiding She moves closer, as though to reveal her mind And she dances, like it'll rain inside me Does she feel
