There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.
I want to be sure I can deliver what people expect to hear. I just don't know if I can physically do it. Or if I should.
They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut.
Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.
I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.
It took me a long time to learn how to write a good song.