Ritz Dance

Now, the greatest times ore gone

Down below with all the faded stars

Cyanide is nothing next to this one

And I know it, I con feel it, I con see

Come, collect the things I stole

I'll be home any night this week

Sonny S. is gone, I can't Forget him

I won't forget any of those I really love

I'm watching as she's spinning From my view

Like a mist, a film of tame abuse

We'll meet tonight at Roxbury as usual

And act like nothing happened there ofter all