Right as Rain
My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically ev'rything leaves me totally cold.
The only exception I know is the case
Where I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face.
I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
Some get a kick from cocaine.
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific'ly too,
Yet I get a kick out of you.
I get a kick ev'rytime
Little Pink Stars
Barefoot in the sand,
wishing God would lend a hand.
Wave after wave comes crashing down,
washing away a little more ground.
Seems to me that's how all things are.
Giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
Walking along with the ocean at my heels,
loving the way the water feels.
Up in the sky something catches my eye,
as bright as a star in the northern sky.
Seems to me that's how all things are,
giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
Seems to me that's how all things are.
Giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want to touch you.