A conversation in song titles.

Doctor, my eyes!

Ain’t no way to hide your “Lyin’ eyes”

Well, The night has a thousand eyes

To watch a “Dance of a Thousand Veils”

Make that “Land of a Thousand Dances” :smack:

It doesn’t matter cos this land is your land.

Shall we all agree to meet on Blueberry Hill?

:smiley:

It would be more convenient to meet in The Red River Valley

by Suffragette City

No, I think not —Paradise City is better.

Can I get Two Tickets to Paradise?

You Young Americans have no sense of Fashion

Vogue!

(you were asking for it)

No John, I’m Only Dancing

Let’s Dance

Dance the Night Away

as Lightning Crashes

Kiss the rain

I’m a Fool in the Rain

Purple Rain

So. Central Rain? (I’m sorry.)