I've Come Too Far, And I Don't

I Was An Overnight Sensation.

If You Bring A Friend Into Your Love Affair, That's The End Of Your Sweetheart That's The End Of Your Friend, That's When Your Heartache Begins.

I Wouldn't Call Girls A Hobby. It's A Pastime.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

I Feel My Temperature Rising. Help Me, I'm Flaming, I Must Be A Hundred And Nine.