Moons in june

I've given up on that stuff

Arms have charms but

I've no hope of falling in love

The rest of life pales in significance

I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance

With whom to dance?

Rings and strings

What use have i for these things?

Bells and carousels

I'd just be fooling myself

And you, you look like heaven

An angel who stepped from a dream

777 times lovelier than anything i've ever seen