“You used to get it in your fishnetsNow you only get it in your nightdressDiscarded all the naughty nights for niceness......Remeber when the boys were all electric?”

“I doubt it is your styleNot to get what you set out to acquireThe eyes are on fireYou are the unforecasted stormBrianstorm”

“Assuming that all things are equal,Who'd want to be men of the people,When there's people like you?”

“But his bird says it's amazing,So now all that's left,Is the proof that Love'sNot only blind but deaf.”

“In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.”

“Baby I'm Yours”

“Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or CapuletsJust banging tunes and DJ setsAnd dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtinessI Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor”