On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
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.
He holds his guitar like a Tommy gun.
I'm not trying to be sexy. It's just my way of expressing myself when I move around.
Don't leave my embrace for here in my arms is your place.
Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you.