Someone Handed Me Mexico City

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.

How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?

You Say Love Is Just A Four Letter Word.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

Every Man's Conscience Is Vile And Depraved / You Cannot Depend On It To Be Your Guide When It’s You Who Must Keep It Satisfied.