And at night she spoke to him of things heard only in hell

I had so much to tell you but it never came to words

twistin our propellers, dropping at the froth

I think I'll head home

I am not a robot

You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you're just a little baby
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not

And the moon's a silver slipper

And the moon's a silver slipper
It's pouring champagne stars
Broadway's like a serpent
Pulling shiny top-down cars