People ask me where I got my singing style. I didn't copy my style from anybody.
Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.
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.
Whatever it is, go back and do it again.
When I get married, it'll be no secret.
I'm not kidding myself. My voice alone is just an ordinary voice. What people come to see is how I use it. If I stand still while I'm singing, I'm dead, man. I might as well go back to driving a truck.