He May Have Hair Upon His Chest

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.

If You Want To Buy My Wares Follow Me And Climb The Stairs... Love For Sale.

In Olden Days A Glimpse Of Stocking Was Looked On As Something Shocking. Now, Heaven Knows, Anything Goes. The World Has Gone Mad Today, And Good's Bad Today, And Black's White Today, And Day's Night Today.

Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.

A College Education I Would Never Propose - A Bachelor's Degree Won't Even Keep You In Clothes