On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
Like a river flows surely to the sea/Darling so it goes/Some things are meant to be/Take my hand, take my whole life too/For I can't help falling in love with you.
Friends are people you can talk to... without words when you have to.
I'm evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I'm evil, so don't mess around with me.
Don't leave my embrace for here in my arms is your place.
They put me on television. And the whole thing broke loose. It was wild, I tell ya for sure.