She Gave Me A False Address, Took

My Walk Had Purpose, My Steps Were Quick And Light, And I Held Firmly To What I Felt Was Right.

It Took Me A Long Time To Learn How To Write A Good Song.

One Victim Lives In Tragedy, Another Victim Stops To Stare, And Still Another Walks On By Pretending Not To See

Some People Say Love Is A Losing Game, You Start With Fire And You Lose The Flame. The Ashes Smolder, But The Warmth's Soon Gone, You End Up Cold And Lonely On Your Own.

There Was This Long Lovely Dancer In A Little Club Downtown, Love To Watch Her Do Her Stuff.