All the stars will tell the story, of our love and all its glory. Let us make this night of magic, and make it a night of love.

Envy someone an' it pulls you down. Admire them and it builds you up. Which makes more sense?

How can you lose something you never had, I tell myself when I'm feeling sad.

Once I catch you and the kissing starts, a team of wild horses couldn't tear us apart.

Talent is being able to sell what you're feeling.

All the stars will tell the story, of our love and all its glory. Let us make this night of magic, and make it a night of love.

When you get down to the nitty gritty, isn't it a pity that in this big city not one little bitty man will admit that he could have been a little wrong.