you don't know how it feels

When you're alone you ain't nothing but alone

let's have a toast

no one wants you when you lose

you didn't have to stoop so low

I need blue skies

stepped on it

because you're mine

Please don't neglect

one thing's for sure

this isn't Paris this isn't London

runaway American dream

without a noise, without my pride

stop to see your day

...someday

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

England is mine

whatever it was, whatever it was

don't go that waaaaay

you're forgiven