Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.

I Ask The Lord In Heaven Above / What Is This Thing Called Love?

I Love Paris In The Summer, When It Sizzles.

I Want To Ride To The Ridge Where The West Commences And Gaze At The Moon Till I Lose My Senses I Can't Look At Hobbles And I Can't Stand Fences Don't Fence Me In

Most Gentlemen Don't Like Love, They Just Like To Kick It Around.

Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.