Elvis was the firstest with the mostest.
Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.
I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot
I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth. No one could look as good as you, mercy.