Sly Ole Son of A Gun
Here he stands, knocking on my door
And I still have those tears I bore
I’ve been haunted by a sly ole son of a gun for so long now
Who wants to hear me singing his name
Making it thunder and rain
The Pleasures of Life
been in the world's most beautiful places
surrounded by the most beautiful faces
who sang about the pleasures of life
and you can feel their foreplay
though it's as if watching it all behind a display
Path towards...
Oh don’t you wonder how it could be
If I wandered on the path towards exclusivity
With my hand in yours eternally
Knowing she’ll greet us after the journey
Then, of course, I’d take my leave eventually
She’s Not A Lover (She’s A Friend)