She makes love just like a woman.
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.
Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.
People don't live or die, people just float.
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul.
People call you this or that. But I can't respond because then it seems like I'm defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?