She got the way to move me, Cherry, she got the way to groove me.
I definitely don't feel like I'm 71. I feel like I did when I was - between 30 and 40. The body ages. The mind doesn't.
I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.
Love on the rocks, ain't no surprise. Pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies.
The art of love is who you share it with.
Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.