They Put Me On Television. And The

When Things Go Wrong, Don't Go With Them.

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

Memories, Pressed Between The Pages Of My Mind. Memories, Sweetened Through The Ages Just Like Wine.

When We Kiss My Heart's On Fire, Burning With A Strange Desire. And I Know That Every Time I Kiss You, That Your Heart's On Fire, Too.

The Image Is One Thing And The Human Being Is Another...it's Very Hard To Live Up To An Image.