When he first cried. His mother died. I had tried to be his guide. When he was born I was too young. The father searches for the son. . In Istanbul. Give him back to me.
In the absence of your love. And in the absence of human touch. I have decided. . I'm throwing my arms around. Around Paris because. Only stone and steel accept my love.
Don Juan. Picaresque. Wife beater vest. Cold hand. Ice man. Warring cave man. Well if this is what it takes to describe.... I'm not a man. . Wheeler, dealer.