Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

That's why I'm thru with love. I'm thru with love, I'll never fall again. Said I do to love, Don't ever call again. For I must have you I've locked my heart. I keep my feelings there.

That's why I'm thru with love. I'm thru with love, I'll never fall again. Said I do to love, Don't ever call again. For I must have you I've locked my heart. I keep my feelings there.

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

If you give it a name, then it's already won. What you good for, what you good for? (Can you fill the silence?) You must have the words in that head of yours. And oh, oh, can you feel the silence? I can't take it anymore, Tell me a piece of your history