Sometimes you need a stranger to talk to. Sometimes you need to go to the observatory. Sometimes a movie star's eyes gets you through the love and the lies.
Do I love you?. Because you treat me so indifferently. Or is it the medication?. Or is it me?. . Do I love you?. Because you don't want me to rub your back.
Who will keep, keep me in this evening. Even though they are not here with me. I could be a great star. Still I'm far from happy. . Finally, filled the world around me.
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight. The boys that made me lose the blues. And then my eyesight. All together playing games of cards. Gambling the tiny shards of brass.
I never will forget Jeanette MacDonald.... Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang. I never will forget how that brave Jeanette. Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang....
My true love did breathe by the Sally Ann. just barely. That while walkin' through the town only my heart. did hear him. In views of the city. There ain't many folks by the.
I will never be as cute as you, according to the board of human relations. I will never fly as high as you, according to the board of public citations.
Rock-a-bye your baby to a Dixie melody. When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie. Just place that cradle, mammy mine. Right on that Mason-Dixon Line.
Let me lay my head on your heart. Let me lay my head on your heart. And you can give this rose some water. You can give this rose some water now. . Nothing ever is what it seems.
Let's meet in a respectable dive. On the somewhat safe street. And have a beer. We've both kept our eyes on the ball. We know the lyrics to them all. These songs of fear.
Where is my master, the Rebel Prince,. Who will shut all these windows?. It's these windows all around me,. It's these windows who are telling me. To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness..
Why do you keep all your stars in from your studio on Melrose Avenue. You have locked all your assets up in lifelong contracts to you. Didn't you know that old Hollywood is over.
I got the outfit for the party. but you've taken away the invitation. And I'd like to thank you Rashida for doing this. And giving me a reason to write a song.
Well since you are my archenemy. I'm gonna give you some time. With a heart that's made filled with alcohol. Water can be wine. . Hope the rocks are not too slippery.
If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to. Why don't you go where fashion sits?. Puttin' on the ritz. . Different gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy, all misfits.
Miscellaneous. Quand Vous Mourrez de Nos Amours. . Quand vous mourrez de nos amours. J'irai planter dans le jardin. Fleur à fleurir de beau matin. Moitié métal, moitié papier.
Pretty things. So what if I like pretty things. Pretty lies. So what if I like pretty lies. . From where you are. To where I am now. I need these pretty things.
The yellow walls are lined with portraits. And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket. All these poses such beautiful poses. Makes any boy feel like picking up roses.
Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait. . Is true love a long walk through Bryant park.
After another production of "The Flying Dutchman". I landed in Berlin. Thinking over it over it how can I get over it. And wonder what state I'm in. Sissi was the anarchist empress of Austria.