A Few Choice Words
The Lyrics of Chris Walters

BOOTSOLES

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2010 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Look for me under your boot soles
Under well-worn paths
A newborn at the breast of Mother Earth
Beneath the murmur of streets in this metropolis
Peaceful bliss
At prayer in a church of dirt
Hallowed ground
Look for me under your boot soles
That’s where I’ll be found

CHORUS: Failure to recognize me
Don’t lose heart
Just when you least expect me
I’ll be right where you are

Look for me in the melody
Sung by a young child
Fragile tones, haphazard syllables
Nonsense
Evidence of an undefiled world
A world without care
Look for me in that melody
You will find me there

[Chorus]

Look for me under your boot soles
Under well-worn paths
A newborn at the breast of Mother Earth


COOL BLUE SWING

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters & Peter Mayer
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

There was a boy in the neighborhood with a swingset
I used to go there to play in the afternoon
Ain’t it funny when you’re six years old
Life’s all fun and games
It’s a paradise in your best friend’s backyard
Tommy had a cool blue swing

Little Lila had laughing eyes but she rarely smiled
Then I saw her play on that blue swing
Wind rushed by her face
Hair just billowing
I never seen nothin’ as beautiful as
Lila on a cool blue swing

CHORUS: Dizzy when you’re up
Dizzy when you’re down
Barely got momentum and your on the rebound
You better hold on tight
Ridin’ the swing of life

There’s a club on the upper east side called The Swingset
They play red-hot jazz after hours
Tommy works the saxophone
Me, I work a drink
The band kicks into “Secret Love”
Tommy’s got a cool blue swing

[Chorus]


THE CUTTING EDGE

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

I’m on the cutting edge
Out on a limb where others fear to tread
I’ve got the pluck and nerve
To turn this topsy-turvy world on it’s head

I’m on the cutting edge
The rules only apply
To those less fortunate than I
I push the buttons
I’m on the cuttin’ edge

CHORUS: With all the recent strides in technology
I simply must learn to clone
Surrounded by a race of miniature me’s
I’ll never have to be alone

On the cutting edge
Everyone does as I says
Paving a new frontier
Here on the cutting edge

CHORUS: The paparazzi eating out of my palm
My name on everyone’s lips
I’m the envy of every dot com
The universe at my fingertips

On the cutting edge
Everyone does as I says
Paving a new frontier


DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2010 City Lore Music, ASCAP

I know a gypsy fortune teller
She’ll read your future just to glimpse into your soul
She’ll claim it’s worth it’s weight in gold

She’ll lead you down into a cellar
And grind some bones into a bowl
Scatter the powder in the air
And through the cloud your tale unfolds

All the adventure
All the romance
There’ll be no stone left unturned
Nothing uncertain
Or left up to chance
No hard lessons left to learn

CHORUS: Do you really want to know how it ends?
To know the outcome long before it happens
With nothing left in life for you to imagine
Do you really want to know?

Your life passes before your eyes
Like lightening flashes ‘cross the plains
You even witness your demise yet right here you still remain

Your fate is sealed by all you know
The plot revealed before the show
There ain’t no difference now between your yet to come
And your long ago

All the adventure
All the romance
There’ll be no stone left unturned
Nothing uncertain
Or left up to chance
No hard lessons left to learn

[Chorus]


A DROLL STROLL WITH JELLY ROLL

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Storyville was jumpin’
Jelly Roll was somethin’
He had a left hand like God
And a right like pouring rain

He worked in a cat-house
A diamond tooth in his mouth
Jelly Roll must’ve sold his soul
To play the piano that way

CHORUS: East Coast, West Coast
Man, he made the scene
Spanish rhythms, Creole dreams

CHORUS: The Red Hot Peppers
Man, they made the scene
Spanish rhythms, Creole dreams

Jelly Roll went under
The big bands stole his thunder
He’s bankrupt and in failing health
Legend goes that Jelly Roll’s
Under a voodoo spell


HE AIN’T GOT YOU

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2009 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Sure, he’s got moxie
Sure, he’s got charm
Sure, he’s got foxy ladies adorning each arm
Got lot’s of money
It grows on his family tree
But I got you, he don’t
He ain’t got nothin’ on me

CHORUS: He ain’t got you
He ain’t got you

Speaks with an accent
Hob-nobs with movie stars
Imports, exports, rolls, and smokes his own homegrown cigars

He say’s his job’s top-secret
But confidentially
The only thing he keeps hush hush is
He ain’t got nothin’ on me

[Chorus]

His smile betrays a winning hand
But I know he’s bluffing’
‘Cause I got you, he don’t
He ain’t got nothin’

HEAVY HEART OF GOLD

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2014 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Prospectors have mined for it
Alchemists refined for it
Pharaohs are enshrined with it
Twenty-four carat bullion

Wall Street types defined by it
Hoodlums commit crimes for it
Normally I don’t mind a bit
It’s chic, it’s au courant
But when it comes to matters of l’amour
There’s a myth that must be shattered about that fabled ore

It don’t pay to have a heart of gold
A heart that may grow heavy once love’s embers grow cold
It mustn’t weigh more than your fragile dreams can hold
And leave you with a heavy heart

You can’t depend upon a heart of gold
It won’t defend against a tragedy as it unfolds
The romance ends, your alone and unconsoled
Left with just a heavy heart

There’s a touch of Midas
In every beating heart
Not worth much inside us
Torn apart

A tragic fate awaits a heart of gold
A tale of woe far too often told
Some say it’s a precious gift, but I for one ain’t sold
It’s a ruse, this muse devoid of art
This worthless, heavy golden heart


I LIVE IN LOVE WITH YOU

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

You don’t need to look very hard
To see that we barely get by
I never fear for tomorrow
I look at you, the future looks bright

CHORUS: Some folks may live in castles
Some have an ocean view
But I live in splendor
They only dream of
I live in love with you

If I should lose my possessions
All that I have to my name
I could face life empty handed
Knowin’ the one thing that matters remains

[Chorus]

I bet they feel some kind of empty
Knowing they’ll never walk in my shoes
I live in splendor
They only dream of
I live in love with you

LA CHANTEUSE JOSEPHINE

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2010 City Lore Music, ASCAP

She’s got a smile to make the Devil blush
Her body would inspire Rodin
And in her voice you hear the tender, hushed entreaties of a courtesan

She sings a melody you’ve heard before
Familiar as a childhood verse
This song that she sings
And the longing it brings
Will haunt you like a gypsy’s curse

CHORUS: La Chanteuse Josephine
La Chanteuse Josephine
Elle chant un mélodie
Que j’identifie
La chanteuse Josephine

I fear that she’s a closet communist
A pawn for some Fascist regime
Exploiting each and every weakness
In the heart of every Libertine
I swear I’ve heard this melody before
This rhapsody of pain and loss
All else is a blur
But my memory of her
Brings a smile to make the Devil blush

[Chorus]


MAGIC LAMP

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

She’s my little magic lamp
I like to rub her tip she shines
When I rub her just the right way
All that I wish for will be mine

She’s my little magic lamp
My little treasure from Bombay
She give me everything I ask for
If I rub her just the right way

CHORUS: All that passion bottled up inside
When I release it she keep me satisfied
A few caresses from a gentle knowing hand
And I’m that freaky sheik Aladdin
She’s my little magic lamp

She’s my little magic lamp
Her power miraculous and sweet
I’ll never lose her to another
Only my touch holds the key

CHORUS: So keep your rabbit’s foot, play with your voodoo doll
Consult the tarot cards, gaze at your crystal ball
That great big book of spells and all your lucky charms
Can’t hold a candle to what I got in my arms

She’s my little magic lamp
A rare find from exotic lands
When I rub her just the right way
My every wish is her command


NATTY NAUGHTY BOY

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2016 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Natty naughty boy
The kind you don’t want tryst in’ with your daughter’
You know she can’t resist him but she oughta’
Natty, naughta’

Cue the girl next door
He fondled her fresh lawn with
He’s trying to move on but now she lingers
Wanting more and more

In the square, the hipsters there
Are sipping P.B.R.
Paying their lip service to
This cur with the guitar

Naughty natty boy
He’ll infiltrate your picture perfect romance
Ingratiate your date give him half a chance
He’s a natty naughty boy

The girls all gaze towards him
With a look that says it all
He only knows two chords
And half the hook to ‘Wonder Wall’

Yeah he’s a naughty natty boy
He’s breaking up your picture perfect marriage
Canoodling your new bride’s under carriage
That natty naughty boy


OLD SOUL

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2015 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Old soul
Born into the world again and again
Born so many times you’re tired
Returned to reality so often
You take it for granted

Old soul
Been around avery long time
The hands on the clock stole the thrill from your dreams
Until it seems they no longer matter at all

CHORUS: Old soul
Tomorrow comes at a price
And now you’re living again and again
And again and again
The burden and obligations of life

Old soul
Don’t worry ’bout the things that could’ve been
You’ve gone around the block enough to know
That life don’t always go
The way that you planned it

Old soul
Ain’t no one could touch you in your prime
Yeah, you was a nat’ul
Fearless and agile
Stepped up to each challenge as if you
You was a batter and life was a ball

[Chorus]


ON WITH THE SHOW

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

She says she loves me but I don’t know
Not much to look at, this Romeo
Yet when she’s with me I’m all aglow
So draw the blinds dear
On with the show

While in the wings, dear, I’m debonair
Once in the spotlight I’m no Fred Astaire
A social misfit, inaprapos
And yet she loves me
On with the show

CHORUS: Sure, there are chaps
With far more dash and style
Yet I’m the only one
Who makes her flash that million-dollar smile

Venus de Milo from head to toe
She’s Bella Donna with Average Joe
I haunt the cheap seats, she’s so front row
The curtain rises
On with the show


YOUR CAROUSEL

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

I’d really love to ride your carousel
I’d really love to ride your carousel
I’d make your wildest horse my pet
We’d take the town and paint it red

I’d really love to see your dreams each night
I’d really love to see your dreams each night
I’d graze the meadow of your soul
Create a world, then break the mold

I’d really love to be your voice in song
I’d really love to be your voice in song
The air that passes through your lips
Each resonance in perfect pitch

Woman’s Greatest Weapon

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2004 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Man treasures Woman, she’s an endless mystery
Yet he’s held hostage by all possibility
She keeps his interest sparked
She keeps him in the dark
And feeds his heart with wild anticipation
A woman’s greatest weapon is a man’s imagination

She’s been the downfall of mankind through history
Samson, Delilah, Cleopatra, Anthony
For her he wages war
He’ll conquer distant shores
She’s the source of constant confrontation
A woman’s greatest weapon is a man’s imagination

CHORUS: There ain’t no smoking gun
No bandits on the run
There’s just a girl
And she’s just having fun

He’s whole and then somehow
She’s turned him inside-out
And he’s left doubting every route he’s taken
A woman’s greatest weapon is a man’s imagination


WHEREVER HER SHADOW FALLS

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters & Camille Walters
©2015 City Lore Music, ASCAP

A voice like bootleg whisky from a hidden flask
Pure yet smoldering like a nun with a past
It’s the coo of the dove it’s the Siren’s call
It’s the pins and needles in a voodoo doll

Whoa

CHORUS: The most beautiful part of my body
Is wherever her shadow falls

Her smile is the mansion in the hills with the windows cracked
Her laugh is the gust of wind wreaking havoc on my high-wire act
She’s the slip of the tongue on account of the alcohol
In a careless crew she’s a wrecking’ ball

[Chorus]

Anytime you darken my doorstep
Anytime you darken my door

[Chorus]

BOOTSOLES

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2010 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Look for me under your boot soles
Under well-worn paths
A newborn at the breast of Mother Earth
Beneath the murmur of streets in this metropolis
Peaceful bliss
At prayer in a church of dirt
Hallowed ground
Look for me under your boot soles
That’s where I’ll be found

CHORUS: Failure to recognize me
Don’t lose heart
Just when you least expect me
I’ll be right where you are

Look for me in the melody
Sung by a young child
Fragile tones, haphazard syllables
Nonsense
Evidence of an undefiled world
A world without care
Look for me in that melody
You will find me there

[Chorus]

Look for me under your boot soles
Under well-worn paths
A newborn at the breast of Mother Earth


COOL BLUE SWING

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters & Peter Mayer
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

There was a boy in the neighborhood with a swingset
I used to go there to play in the afternoon
Ain’t it funny when you’re six years old
Life’s all fun and games
It’s a paradise in your best friend’s backyard
Tommy had a cool blue swing

Little Lila had laughing eyes but she rarely smiled
Then I saw her play on that blue swing
Wind rushed by her face
Hair just billowing
I never seen nothin’ as beautiful as
Lila on a cool blue swing

CHORUS: Dizzy when you’re up
Dizzy when you’re down
Barely got momentum and your on the rebound
You better hold on tight
Ridin’ the swing of life

There’s a club on the upper east side called The Swingset
They play red-hot jazz after hours
Tommy works the saxophone
Me, I work a drink
The band kicks into “Secret Love”
Tommy’s got a cool blue swing

[Chorus]


THE CUTTING EDGE

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

I’m on the cutting edge
Out on a limb where others fear to tread
I’ve got the pluck and nerve
To turn this topsy-turvy world on it’s head

I’m on the cutting edge
The rules only apply
To those less fortunate than I
I push the buttons
I’m on the cuttin’ edge

CHORUS: With all the recent strides in technology
I simply must learn to clone
Surrounded by a race of miniature me’s
I’ll never have to be alone

On the cutting edge
Everyone does as I says
Paving a new frontier
Here on the cutting edge

CHORUS: The paparazzi eating out of my palm
My name on everyone’s lips
I’m the envy of every dot com
The universe at my fingertips

On the cutting edge
Everyone does as I says
Paving a new frontier


DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2010 City Lore Music, ASCAP

I know a gypsy fortune teller
She’ll read your future just to glimpse into your soul
She’ll claim it’s worth it’s weight in gold

She’ll lead you down into a cellar
And grind some bones into a bowl
Scatter the powder in the air
And through the cloud your tale unfolds

All the adventure
All the romance
There’ll be no stone left unturned
Nothing uncertain
Or left up to chance
No hard lessons left to learn

CHORUS: Do you really want to know how it ends?
To know the outcome long before it happens
With nothing left in life for you to imagine
Do you really want to know?

Your life passes before your eyes
Like lightening flashes ‘cross the plains
You even witness your demise yet right here you still remain

Your fate is sealed by all you know
The plot revealed before the show
There ain’t no difference now between your yet to come
And your long ago

All the adventure
All the romance
There’ll be no stone left unturned
Nothing uncertain
Or left up to chance
No hard lessons left to learn

[Chorus]


A DROLL STROLL WITH JELLY ROLL

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Storyville was jumpin’
Jelly Roll was somethin’
He had a left hand like God
And a right like pouring rain

He worked in a cat-house
A diamond tooth in his mouth
Jelly Roll must’ve sold his soul
To play the piano that way

CHORUS: East Coast, West Coast
Man, he made the scene
Spanish rhythms, Creole dreams

CHORUS: The Red Hot Peppers
Man, they made the scene
Spanish rhythms, Creole dreams

Jelly Roll went under
The big bands stole his thunder
He’s bankrupt and in failing health
Legend goes that Jelly Roll’s
Under a voodoo spell


HE AIN’T GOT YOU

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2009 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Sure, he’s got moxie
Sure, he’s got charm
Sure, he’s got foxy ladies adorning each arm
Got lot’s of money
It grows on his family tree
But I got you, he don’t
He ain’t got nothin’ on me

CHORUS: He ain’t got you
He ain’t got you

Speaks with an accent
Hob-nobs with movie stars
Imports, exports, rolls, and smokes his own homegrown cigars

He say’s his job’s top-secret
But confidentially
The only thing he keeps hush hush is
He ain’t got nothin’ on me

[Chorus]

His smile betrays a winning hand
But I know he’s bluffing’
‘Cause I got you, he don’t
He ain’t got nothin’

HEAVY HEART OF GOLD

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2014 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Prospectors have mined for it
Alchemists refined for it
Pharaohs are enshrined with it
Twenty-four carat bullion

Wall Street types defined by it
Hoodlums commit crimes for it
Normally I don’t mind a bit
It’s chic, it’s au courant
But when it comes to matters of l’amour
There’s a myth that must be shattered about that fabled ore

It don’t pay to have a heart of gold
A heart that may grow heavy once love’s embers grow cold
It mustn’t weigh more than your fragile dreams can hold
And leave you with a heavy heart

You can’t depend upon a heart of gold
It won’t defend against a tragedy as it unfolds
The romance ends, your alone and unconsoled
Left with just a heavy heart

There’s a touch of Midas
In every beating heart
Not worth much inside us
Torn apart

A tragic fate awaits a heart of gold
A tale of woe far too often told
Some say it’s a precious gift, but I for one ain’t sold
It’s a ruse, this muse devoid of art
This worthless, heavy golden heart


I LIVE IN LOVE WITH YOU

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

You don’t need to look very hard
To see that we barely get by
I never fear for tomorrow
I look at you, the future looks bright

CHORUS: Some folks may live in castles
Some have an ocean view
But I live in splendor
They only dream of
I live in love with you

If I should lose my possessions
All that I have to my name
I could face life empty handed
Knowin’ the one thing that matters remains

[Chorus]

I bet they feel some kind of empty
Knowing they’ll never walk in my shoes
I live in splendor
They only dream of
I live in love with you

LA CHANTEUSE JOSEPHINE

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2010 City Lore Music, ASCAP

She’s got a smile to make the Devil blush
Her body would inspire Rodin
And in her voice you hear the tender, hushed entreaties of a courtesan

She sings a melody you’ve heard before
Familiar as a childhood verse
This song that she sings
And the longing it brings
Will haunt you like a gypsy’s curse

CHORUS: La Chanteuse Josephine
La Chanteuse Josephine
Elle chant un mélodie
Que j’identifie
La chanteuse Josephine

I fear that she’s a closet communist
A pawn for some Fascist regime
Exploiting each and every weakness
In the heart of every Libertine
I swear I’ve heard this melody before
This rhapsody of pain and loss
All else is a blur
But my memory of her
Brings a smile to make the Devil blush

[Chorus]


MAGIC LAMP

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

She’s my little magic lamp
I like to rub her tip she shines
When I rub her just the right way
All that I wish for will be mine

She’s my little magic lamp
My little treasure from Bombay
She give me everything I ask for
If I rub her just the right way

CHORUS: All that passion bottled up inside
When I release it she keep me satisfied
A few caresses from a gentle knowing hand
And I’m that freaky sheik Aladdin
She’s my little magic lamp

She’s my little magic lamp
Her power miraculous and sweet
I’ll never lose her to another
Only my touch holds the key

CHORUS: So keep your rabbit’s foot, play with your voodoo doll
Consult the tarot cards, gaze at your crystal ball
That great big book of spells and all your lucky charms
Can’t hold a candle to what I got in my arms

She’s my little magic lamp
A rare find from exotic lands
When I rub her just the right way
My every wish is her command


NATTY NAUGHTY BOY

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2016 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Natty naughty boy
The kind you don’t want tryst in’ with your daughter’
You know she can’t resist him but she oughta’
Natty, naughta’

Cue the girl next door
He tickled her fancy with nimble fingers
And in a glance he’ll notice that she lingers
Wanting more and more

In the square, the hipsters there
Are sipping P.B.R.
Paying their lip service to
The pip with the guitar

Naughty natty boy
He’ll infiltrate your picture perfect romance
Ingratiate himself given half a chance
That natty naughty boy

The girls all gaze towards him
With a look that says it all
He only plays two chords
And half the hook to ‘Wonder Wall’

Naughty natty boy
He’s breaking up your picture perfect marriage
Canoodling your new bride’s under carriage
That natty naughty boy


OLD SOUL

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2015 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Old soul
Born into the world again and again
Born so many times you’re tired
Returned to reality so often
You take it for granted

Old soul
Been around avery long time
The hands on the clock stole the thrill from your dreams
Until it seems they no longer matter at all

CHORUS: Old soul
Tomorrow comes at a price
And now you’re living again and again
And again and again
The burden and obligations of life

Old soul
Don’t worry ’bout the things that could’ve been
You’ve gone around the block enough to know
That life don’t always go
The way that you planned it

Old soul
Ain’t no one could touch you in your prime
Yeah, you was a nat’ul
Fearless and agile
Stepped up to each challenge as if you
You was a batter and life was a ball

[Chorus]


ON WITH THE SHOW

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

She says she loves me but I don’t know
Not much to look at, this Romeo
Yet when she’s with me I’m all aglow
So draw the blinds dear
On with the show

While in the wings, dear, I’m debonair
Once in the spotlight I’m no Fred Astaire
A social misfit, inaprapos
And yet she loves me
On with the show

CHORUS: Sure, there are chaps
With far more dash and style
Yet I’m the only one
Who makes her flash that million-dollar smile

Venus de Milo from head to toe
She’s Bella Donna with Average Joe
I haunt the cheap seats, she’s so front row
The curtain rises
On with the show


YOUR CAROUSEL

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2003 City Lore Music, ASCAP

I’d really love to ride your carousel
I’d really love to ride your carousel
I’d make your wildest horse my pet
We’d take the town and paint it red

I’d really love to see your dreams each night
I’d really love to see your dreams each night
I’d graze the meadow of your soul
Create a world, then break the mold

I’d really love to be your voice in song
I’d really love to be your voice in song
The air that passes through your lips
Each resonance in perfect pitch

Woman’s Greatest Weapon

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters
©2004 City Lore Music, ASCAP

Man treasures Woman, she’s an endless mystery
Yet he’s held hostage by all possibility
She keeps his interest sparked
She keeps him in the dark
And feeds his heart with wild anticipation
A woman’s greatest weapon is a man’s imagination

She’s been the downfall of mankind through history
Samson, Delilah, Cleopatra, Anthony
For her he wages war
He’ll conquer distant shores
She’s the source of constant confrontation
A woman’s greatest weapon is a man’s imagination

CHORUS: There ain’t no smoking gun
No bandits on the run
There’s just a girl
And she’s just having fun

He’s whole and then somehow
She’s turned him inside-out
And he’s left doubting every route he’s taken
A woman’s greatest weapon is a man’s imagination


WHEREVER HER SHADOW FALLS

Music & Lyrics by
Chris Walters & Camille Walters
©2015 City Lore Music, ASCAP

A voice like bootleg whisky from a hidden flask
Pure yet smoldering like a nun with a past
It’s the coo of the dove it’s the Siren’s call
It’s the pins and needles in a voodoo doll

Whoa

CHORUS: The most beautiful part of my body
Is wherever her shadow falls

Her smile is the mansion in the hills with the windows cracked
Her laugh is the gust of wind wreaking havoc on my high-wire act
She’s the slip of the tongue on account of the alcohol
In a careless crew she’s a wrecking’ ball

[Chorus]

Anytime you darken my doorstep
Anytime you darken my door

[Chorus]