A touch from your real love.Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil.

Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls.Lay me down tonight, Riviera girls.

Are you gonna hurt me now?.Or are you gonna hurt me later?.

Maybe the way that I'm living.Is killing me.

Down at the Men in Music Business Conference.

Catch a wave and take in the sweetness.Take in the sweetness.You want this, you need this.

They say only the good die young.That just ain't right.'Cause we're having too much fun.Too much fun tonight, yeah.

And when he calls, he calls for me and not for you.He prays for love, he prays for peace and maybe someone new.

Because I'm pretty when I cry.I'm pretty when I cry.

Girls, don't forget your pearls.And all of your horses.As you make your way across the pond.

We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first.Don't cry about him, don't cry about him.

That's the way I feel for you.If time stood still, I'd take this moment, make it last forever.

Like a flame burning brightly.But when she left, gone was the glow of.

Dream a little dream of me.Make  me into something sweet.Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song.

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes.She laughs like God.Her mind's like a diamond.

But warm is the body of the girl from the land he loves.My heart is soft, my past is rough.

He doesn't mind I have a flat, broke-down life.In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me.Admires me, the way I roll like a rollin' stone.

Your Venice bitch, your die-hard, your weakness.Maybe I could save you from your sins.

But if you send for me, you know I'll come.And if you call for me, you know I'll run.

Summertime is nice and hot.And my life is sweet like vanilla is.