She packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour: 9:00 a.mAnd I'm

I think of those East End lightsMuggy nightsThe curtains

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

girlAmélieI give you your wingsFly so freeAnd join the

all in the name of being somebody(One, two, three four,

What have I got to do to make you love meWhat

your black icy stareOnce cut down, my friendOh, your

(Hello, hello, hello)Hello (Hello, hello, I said helloIs

had your grand illusion and wrestled with your fateThe

Don't wish it awayDon't look at it like it's foreverBetween you

jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the

life, one has to face a huge assortmentOf nauseating fads

There isn't much I haven't sharedWith you along the roadAnd through

1: Elton hardly think I'm qualifiedTo come across all

Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhereNow I believe in lookingLike my time on

can see what's they don't have a fall

called us we were I hear

believe in love, it's all we gotLove has no

your name?My name is painWhere do you live?I live

Like a fool I went and stayed too longNow I'm wondering