I Dress To Kill, But Tastefully.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

You Can Have Everything In The World And Still Be The Loneliest Man. And That Is The Most Bitter Type Of Loneliness, Success Has Brought Me World Idolisation And Millions Of Pounds. But It's Prevented Me From Having The One Thing We All Need: A Loving, Ongoing Relationship.

If It's Planned, It's Boring

I Want To Ride My Bicycle I Want To Ride My Bike I Want To Ride My Bicycle I Want To Ride It Where I Like

I Don't Like The Way My Teeth Protrude. I'm Going To Have Them Done, But I Just Haven't Had The Time. Apart From That... I'm Perfect.