I'm not a natural songwriter.
I'm only lookin' for a fantasy, an interlude from reality.
I'm shrewd about money; I invest well and look after it. But it's in my nature to be generous. I look after people.
I said hello unnoticed, you said good-bye too soon.
You're in my heart, you're in my soul. You'll be my breath, should I grow old.
Is it my sweat that's no longer sweet?