It's all the same to me Yeah baby if you leave Girl, you can head North, South, East or West Which way you go, I couldn't care less It doesn't matter, if this is where You want to be You can take the couch, you can take the chair It makes no difference,

Cut you like a razor blade She won't cut you like a knife, like a knife That little look in her eyes'll You're blindfolded walking South down the whiskey tracks She's rolling north like a neon train Bolt of lightning in the night Speed of light, you

Smooth operator Smooth operator (smooth operator) Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago, Western girl (Western girl) Across the North and South, to Key Largo, love for sale She's so smooth, my baby Diamond life lover girl She moves in space with minimum waste

I love the look(s) of you, (and) the lure of you The sweet of you, and the pure of you The eyes, the arms, and the (that) mouth of you The east, west, north, and the (that) south of you I'd love to gain complete control of you Handle even the heart and

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury

Wales, certainly in the more central and Southern parts, it'll be a fine dry day Good deal of sunshine to begin with Clouding over somewhat later on. But for Scotland, Northern Ireland and er Back in south-westerly for. Showers, good.

Smooth operator, smooth operator No need to ask, he's a smooth operator Smooth operator Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale Diamond life, lover boy He move in space with minimum waste and

There's no need to hide All the innocence lost at one time We're safe tonight The selfish, they're all standing in line Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time Me, I figure as each breath goes by I only own my mind North is to south what the clock is

North of heaven, south of Santa Fe Somewhere north of heaven Where eagles fear to fly Where the sun burns hot as the devil's gate The desert meets the sky Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel's face Where the rain don't fall and the grass don't

smooth operator, No need to ask. smooth operator. Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male. Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale. Diamond life, lover boy. We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy. City lights and business