Well, you did what you did And you know, that you did it And there ain't no use to deny it I got you dead to rights, baby Now, you're gone And made me
Just let her walk alone On blindly through the rain She likes to think she's turning wise No one can tell her how But she crashes every time she flies
Busy Not Crying Well I'm busy not crying and I'm too tied up to care Not thinking 'bout her is a 24-hour affair I can't weep, I can't worry My whole
I like being left alone I like chocolate pie , clear blue sky, and a glass of cold De' ron I like summer and I like fall, I like music but most
Let's Kill Saturday Night 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
Good-Bye, Good Lookin' Well it's hard to tell what's on an angel's mind But a suitcase means the same thing every time One minute she loved me The next
Rock Bottom, Pop. 1 You can tell that I'm a big man in this town And I'm the king of every street that I walk down It ain't much to brag about, but
You Shouldn't Have Well, you did what you did and you know that you did it and there ain't no use to deny it I got you dead to rights, baby, now you
The Buck Starts Here I never knew this place had so much empty space Until tonight, when you walked right out the door And so I walked to our bedside
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
