When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.
Come rain or come shine.
Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.
You must write for the waste basket.
Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.
She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me.