I've Never Written A Song

If You Cry When You're In Love, It Sure Ain't No Disgrace.

When We're Dancing It Almost Feels The Same, I've Got To Stop Myself From Whispering Your Name.

The Image Is One Thing And The Human Being Is Another...it's Very Hard To Live Up To An Image.

Since My Baby Left Me, I've Found A New Place To Dwell, Down At The End Of Lonely Street At Heartbreak Hotel.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.