I close my eyes and feel the universe within me.
Jogging in the park is my excuse to look at all the girls.
Educate us with your media machine, tell me what to dream.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.
The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at And when he pulls his frilly nylon pants right up tight He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. When a waiter at Buckingham Palace spilled soup on her dress: Never darken my Dior again!