Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother. Down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance. . With his hands in his pocket he could not lie.
They're whisperin', they don't want us to hear. They lower their eyes every time you come near. These people are strangers. Don't you ever stop while they change you.
Little piece of me you can't have. And I know that it's driving you mad. Little part inside you can't reach. I'm afraid that's the way it's gonna be. .