1st verse:
You're saying to me she thought it was hopeless...

It seems tremulous, when I clench my eyes,
But the more I strain, I realize...

Would you love me if I had a voice,
Could you love me, given a choice...

Holding on,
It was the most selfish thing I ever did...

Wanda Westhare from Zaire--which is nowhere--was...

This girl, young and meek,
Wanting joy all her life, not knowing where to...

Verse 1:
From the day we departed, I felt a deep dread...

A man riding hell-bent for leather,
Was wondering who was the better...

Little one,
I make my vow to you...

1st Verse:
I wake up in the morning, looking at the empty...

Look at that baby, what a fool,
We all have fun at free-time, it practically...

Look at him,
With that blubber gut...