Everybody’s got a hungry heart . . .
Nothin’ you can say will ever turn me away from my Guy . . .
Com’n, hit with your best shot, fire away . . .
- I’ve never wanted, I’ve never wanted to touch a man . . . the way that I want to touch you . . .
Strut, pout, put it out . . .
Unforgettable, that’s what you are . . .
Of course, you must sing snatches of each song while you
ogle study the pretty pictures . . .