Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This

There'll Be No Smoking In The Gas Chamber.

Drifting, On A Sea Of Forgotten Teardrops, On A Lifeboat, Sailing For Your Love

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

Never Write A Letter While You Are Angry.

She's A Devil In Disguise, I Can Tell By Looking In Her Eyes, Little Miss Strange.