I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping 'round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
Piazza New York catcher are you straight or are you Gay?
We hung about the stadium we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about the saddest book you've ever read, it always makes you cry