Leave on the lights, babe
I'm so scared of heights, babe
It hurts so hard when you fall
You think you've been somewhere
But you've really been nowhere at all
It's just like Key Largo
Melvyn Douglas and Garbo
Like Bogie and Lauren Bacall
We try to be cool
But we dance like two fools at the ball
Me with my jive
And you with your Chanel #5
Don't we just make the cat meow?
Me in my pleats like Fred Astaire
You in your curls like Claudette Colbert
Ain't we 'bout as cool as Iceland, baby?
And how
Here with my four walls
My Mose and my [?]
I wrote you an old-fashioned song
For whatever it's worth, baby
This is your birthday song
