If there’s a smile on my face it’s only there to fool the public. But when it comes down to fooling you, that’s quite a different subject. But don’t let my sad expression give you the wrong impression. I’m sadder than sad.
Yeah, rainy days and Mondays always bring me down…
All the world’s indeed a stage, and we are merely players. We are performers and portrayers. Each of us is another’s audience outside the gilded cage.
Everybody loves a clown, so why don’t you? Everybody laughs at the things that I say and do. They all laugh when they see me coming, but you don’t laugh, you just go on running. Everybody loves a clown, so why can’t you? A clown has feelings, too.
It’s not just me. Everybody plays the fool, sometime. There’s no exception to the rule. Listen, baby – it may be factual, it may be cruel. I ain’t lying. Everybody plays the fool.
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true. I don’t want no other love, baby it’s just you I’m thinking of. So don’t be cruel.
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head, and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothin’ seems to fit. Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’.
I saw you (and him) walking in the rain… you were holding hands and I’ll never be the same.
It must be raindrops, so many raindrops, feels like raindrops. . .but, oddly enough, they’re falling from my eyes. Whassup with that?
The sky is cryin’…can’t you see the tears roll down the street?
Let her cry, for she’s a lady. Let her dream, for she’s a child. Let the rain fall down upon her… she’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild.
I saw her sitting in the rain, raindrops falling on her. She didn’t seem to care. She sat there and smiled at me. And I knew – I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew – she could make me happy, happy, happy. Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere.
The seasons come, the seasons go, you get a little sunshine, rain and snow…it’s just the way that it was meant to be.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song, like the seasons, all have gone. Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
Michelle, ma belle, sont des mots qui vont trés bien ensemble. Trés bien ensemble.
I love you, I love you, I love you!
And ooooooooooooooooooooooooh, I love you.
Have I told you lately that I love you? That I place no one above you?
I just called to say I love you. I just called to say I care. I just called to say I love you, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
Operator, well could you help me place this call? Well, I can’t read the number that you just gave me. There’s something in my eyes, you know it happens every time – I think about a love that I thought would save me.
Don’t call me when your toaster won’t pop up. Don’t call me just to cut your lawn. Don’t call me when the radio cuts off in the middle of your favorite song. Don’t call me when your shower just went <blurp>; nuh uh, no baby, don’t call me. I think I’ve told you this about a million times, you know it’s not. my. cup. of. tea.
Help me, Information, get me Memphis, Tennessee - help me find a party tryin’ to get in touch with me. I do not have the number but I know I got the call, 'cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall!
Oh, I know what number you’re looking for. . .It’s 687-5309, 687-5309, 687-5309!