Mary, my american honey, all we ever need is our kind of love. On this winter night with the stars tonight, I am ready to love again. If i knew then that I was looking for a good time, when you got a good thing, I would run to you with just a kiss, because I need you now. You are the heart of my world, my golden girl. There is something ‘bout a woman like you, dancing away with my heart on a Friday night, that you get to me, singing me home. It ain’t pretty when you are cold as stone, and as you turn away, the radio played love don’t live here, this isn’t out kind of love. I want to say hello world, life (it ain’t pretty), lets go downtown and don’t say goodbye town. I wanted you more than ever, like a long teenage goodbye, as the compass points to us.