If I Told You God Was Black,

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

Rudolf Valentino Looks Very Much Alive And He Looks Up Ladies Dresses As They Sadly Pass Him By.

I Am The Image Maker, I Am The Magic Maker, I Can Turn The Most Ordinary Man In The World Into A Star.

He's Better Than The Rest, And His Arm Sweat Smells The Best.

The Soul Needs Attention Like The Body Needs To Breath.