A little child in Ethiopia will die before this song is through.
My love for you is immeasurable, my respect for you immense. You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness, you're beauty and elegance.
I enjoy a glass of wine, and I love my football. I suppose it's because I'm a real working-class.
I'm only lookin' for a fantasy, an interlude from reality.
You've got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.
The first cut is the deepest.