Ah, the beauty of the night and the beauty of you, so . . .
If this look doesn’t have the girls flocking to me, nothing will. Oh, yeah, and I can sing
Sorry, can’t stop and talk. I’m off to a hot date with a snowy, and bird is she cute.
I liked it in the old days when I flew off to pick her up for our date.
Listen, kid. Einstein was right, go after her. Don’t let your brain interfere with your heart.
She said she’d meet me by the lake. How was I to know there are about 20 of them around here?