Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? Am I making believe I see in you, a woman too perfect to be really true? Do I want you because you're wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you? Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream, or are you really as beautiful as you seem?

I know the world is filled with troubles and many injustices. But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly. I think it is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums. I just couldn't write anything without hope in it.

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.

Fish got to swim, birds got to fly.

You gotta have a dream. If you don't have a dream, how you gonna make a dream come true?

I'm not going to run, I'm going to stand here and watch. Every blow will cut into my heart, and tell me who and what you are.

Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?