The Only Kind Of Trouble

There's No Room To Rhumba In A Sports Car.

Maybe I Didn't Treat You Quite As Good As I Should Have Maybe I Didn't Love You Quite As Often As I Could Have Little Things I Should Have Said And Done I Just Never Took The Time You Were Always On My Mind You Were Always On My Mind

We Can't Build Our Dreams On Suspicious Minds.

The Walls Have Ears, Ears That Hear Each Little Sound You Make Every Time You Stamp, Throw A Lamp.

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