The moon may be high, but I can’t see a thing in the sky, 'cause I only have eyes for you, dear.
You all think I’m a spy just because I have Bette Davis eyes.
Me, I got hungry eyes.
Are you hungry like the wolf? Or, on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight, risin’ up to the challenge of our rival
Sweet Lucy was a dancer, but none of us would chance her, because she was a samurai. She made electric shadows beyond our fingertips and none of us could reach that high. She came on like a teaser, I had to touch and please her, enjoy a little paradise. The log was in my pocket when Lucy met the rocket. She never knew the reason why…
I can’t deny it with that smile on her face. Oh it’s not the kill, it’s the thrill of the chase.
And did she run? Did she run so far away? Did she just run, did she run both night and day? And did it turn out that she couldn’t get away?
I was wondering about that myself. And I wonder, i wo wo wo wo wonder why, why why why why why she ran away. And i wonder where she will stay, my little runaway, a run run run run runaway.
You don’t know how much I love you. But I love you like the sun. I’d like to put my arms around you, and we could run run run run away
Hey. consider yourself fortunate to have dodged a bullet. Ask any fool that she ever knew, they’ll say keep away from-a Runaround Sue.
You know, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue!
You serve me, and I’ll serve you. Swing your partners, all get screwed. Bring your lawyer and I’ll bring mine. Get together, and we could have a bad time. We’re gonna play the sue me, sue you blues.
So sue me. Sue me. Call a lawyer and sue me, sue me. What can you do me? I love you. Give a holler and hate me, hate me. Go ahead hate me I love you.
Am I the only one who hears the screams, And the strangled cries of lawyers in love?
Send those lawyers over here! I need lawyers, guns, and money to get me out of this.
It’s gonna take money; it’s gonna take a whole lot of spending money; it’s gonna take money, to do it right.
I don’t care too much for money: money can’t buy me love. Except for certain parts of town.
Money it’s a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
But you don’t have to put on the red light. Those days are over. You don’t have to sell your body to the night.
To me you were the best thing this boy had ever known. But welcome back, baby, to the wrong side of town.