Hey, you never know, I could be the next Richard Tucker if I were Jewish, for now it’s the church choir.
I’m so glad you noticed my beauty, Peter but sing to me what you feel . . .
Ah, the beauty of the night and the beauty of you, so . . .
Please, just leave me alone. . .
Dude, if I wanted a wingman, I pick someone bigger than you, although you do sing nicely.
Walking on air is easy. Come up and try it with me.
Hey, I’m singing a new song. Check it out below.
And to think, you wrote a song just about me. I’m flattered. One problem, I am boy you dummy.
I know, I know, I’ll save you the trouble of asking: