Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the
streets and coffee-shops
Their pray gather in herds of stiff knee-length
skirts and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate my type hiber-
nate in bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love
{as verse 1}
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
{INSTRUMENTAL - based on verse}
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love