Hey, Mr. Pretty Boy. You sure been lookin' good, yeah. Said, Mr. Pretty Boy. You lookin' like you should. . Until you took the bottle and turned it up.
Hey, Mr. Limousine Driver. Can I ask you a favor, please?. Let her in my door and don't look back here no more. I know you can do it with ease. . Although we're on our way from the show.
I'm sitting here sad and lonely, thinkin' 'bout my one and only. I been sittin' here cryin' my eyes out. Feelin' sorry for myself 'cause I just don't know.
I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby right now. And I'm feelin' sentimental. She's all I got in my memory. But it really isn't accidental. . All I have are these memories.
Mean mistreater, you make me cry. You lay around and watch me die. Mean mistreater, can't you see I'm real?. Are you satisfied with the way you feel?.