For What Is A Man, What Has

I Love All Those Girls The Same As They Love Me. I Get Thousands Of Letters A Week From Girls Who Love Me.... Every Time I Sing A Song, I Make Love To Them. I'm A Boudoir Singer.

[answering The Phone] Hello, This Is A Recording, You've Dialed The Right Number, Now Hang Up And Don't Do It Again.

If You Can Make It There, You'll Make It Anywhere; It's Up To You, New York, New York.

Oh, I Just Wish Someone Would Try To Hurt You So I Could Kill Them For You.

For Nobody Else, Gave Me Thrill-with All Your Faults, I Love You Still. It Had To Be You, Wonderful You, It Had To Be You.