Our love is like a ship on the ocean. . .we’ve been sailing with a cargo full of love and devotion.
I’m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea. I’ve got to be free, free to face the life that’s ahead of me. On board, I’m the captain, so climb aboard. We’ll search for tomorrow on every shore.
Captain Jack will get you high tonight, and take you to your special island. Captain Jack will get you by tonight. Just a little push and you’ll be smilin’.
That reminds me of a little ditty, about Jack and Diane. Two American kids doing the best they can.
Sure, those American kids do the best they can. But is that always a good thing?
I mean, look at Billy the Kid. His daring life of crime made him a legend in his time east and west of the Rio Grande.
I’m sure he did his best, too.
Sure, he did his best and he did good business. There’s a lot of people asking for his time. They’re trying to get ahead – they’re trying to be a good friend of his
He was a free man in Paris. He felt unfettered and alive. There was nobody calling him up for favors, and no one’s future to decide. You know he’d go back there tomorrow but for the work he’s taken on. Stoking the star maker machinery behind the popular song.
Meh, Paris ain’t nothing special. Now, one night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster.
A little flesh, a little fantasy? I’d let you up, I would invite you, but, dude, the queens we use would not excite you.
sigh I know him so well! But we can’t go on pretending stories like ours have happy endings.
Face to face, and back to back, you see and feel, my sex attack…
Sex is natural, sex is good
Not everybody does it, but everybody should
Sex is natural, sex is fun
Sex is best when it’s one on one
Back to back, and belly to belly… It was a zombie jamboree in the New York cemetary.
Now you’ve put me in a New York state of mind. Don’t care if it’s Chinatown or on Riverside. I’m just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River Line.
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder. Waiting for an invitation to arrive goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive. Got my best suit and my tie. Shiny silver dollar on either eye. I hear the chauffeur comin’ to the door. He says there’s room for maybe just one more…
Yes, but the thing is, we built this city on rock and roll.
And of course, Rock and Roll will never die.
Does that mean theres a living guy under our city?
I don’t know about guys, but I got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking
living doll.
Gonna do my best to please her just cause she’s my living doll.
I’m gonna jump off a cliff now
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
I’d change her sad rags into glad rags if I could. My folks won’t let me cause they say that she’s no good. She’s a rag doll, such a rag doll.
Hey, it’s not her fault! Like she always admitted, “I’m wearing second hand hats,
second hand clothes. That’s why they call me second hand Rose.”
I would post, but…
I’m too sexy for this thread.