Smile,and shake the hand
Of the good for nothing
Work the head of those best forgotten
Work your way around
Stop at nothing
Work your way around
All on noting
What kind of love is this
One I can and can’t resist
Hard to define
His love of mine
High on idle life
Want for nothing
Want all that you have,ain’t it nothing?
Nothing can get you down
Feel it coming
Work your way around
All or nothing
What kind of love is this
One I can and can’t resist
Hard to define
His love of mine
Through Central Park,after dark
Work your way down to the village
High on idle life
What kind of love is this
One I can and can’t resist
Hard to define
His love of mine
Love of mine