Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes. I'll be the life of the party, even when I'm dead and gone.
They got love bigger than the Beatles, wild and free like the Rolling Stones.
She thinks that he looks like Elvis, when he runs his fingers through that jet black hair.
I can walk the line, if it ain't too straight.
Sometimes in public you don't feel like being "on." But it's OK. It beats working anyday.