Look in your eyes (The Chantels)
Close your eyes,
Take a deep breath (Brenda
And The Tabs),
These eyes (The Guess Who, Junior Walker)
Rub over them,
Rough over them.

Maria,
Cleanse my message
And let  her know
This has nothing
To do
With Tom Seaver
In my opinion,
But being in Dutch
With Ike Futch,
Old time colorful yankee farmhand
I guess,
You bet.

Will here
And bitchard here too,
Here ye, here ye,
Nothing would be here.

Trust,
Respect,
Physical compatibility,
Intense passion,
Fascination,
Fondness,
And acceptance.

Regard me.
Don't discard me.
My garb clothe me in
But just let me measure
with a wife
The size of my notebook
And I'll be again at the exit to Altoona.
Now Allentown
I don't know exactly
How to get to it
But I can just offer a urlentine
For every ***** I could love who lives there
As I guess I am now
Yeah the broadway play Hair

Stefani, Gwen,
I know you got the sen sen
And me Sturies, Charles
I hope you think I'm darling
If you even know who I am
Also hope with resistance
You eke out an existance
That will lack in indifference
Over me,
Over me,
Over me.

Wafs are not for laughs.
Wacs are not for the masses
And yes, I'm on the make for those waves
Just kiddings,
But I'll do the bidding
For a nice pin up
Of miss Navy