My ideal man is dead white old and on a green sheet of paper.

I get the thumbs up like I'm hailing a yellow cab.

People always want to talk about who I was, but I've always been singing, always been experimenting with pop music.

Bought the president the Louis presidential briefcase Never been a cheapskate

All these screams All these voices in my head

Overseas, church, Vatican You at a stand still mannequin

Now everybody let me hear you say 'Ray Ray Ray'. Now spend all your money cause they pay pay pay.