You’re welcome.
When I think about those nights in Montreal …
I wanna make you understand I’m talkin’ about a life time plan …
He’s a loser but he still keeps on tryinggggggggg!
Whatchu gonna do when she’s gone?
I caught you glancin’ my way …
I said get some sleep and dream of rock n’ roll …
Preach a little gospel ….
Name your price, a ticket to paradise …
Sha la la la la laaaa my lady …
They say “Brandy, fetch another round … ”
… if I find you’ve been creepin’ round my back stairs …
It’s so funny how we don’t talk anymore …
Aaaaaaaand one more …
you and I been in love too long to worry about tomorrow …
You forgot Seals & Croft. As a cheesemonger, I am offended. As a citizan of the world, I believe a rather large thank you is in order,
Great leaping lords of toad-load. What a hideous collection of audiovisual torture. All that’s missing is the meow-meow-meow-meow audio track at 60 db for an hour. (But at least the cat was worth looking at — unlike Geno Vinelli the sight of whom has always made me want to scratch.)