I spent my Saturday nights in New York because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that I could still hear the music and the laughter faint and incessant from his garden and the cars going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a material car there and saw its lights stop at his front steps. But I didn't investigate. Probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn't know that the party was over.
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Only shooting stars break the moldSomebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
Aku memeluknya erat.
And all that glitters is gold
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
And all that glitters is gold
Yarwood-*