The morning was cold and lonely
You've got a cute way of talking
Cryin' on my pillow, lonely in my bed
On a morning from a Bogart movie
Baby, come as you are
For so long
I would climb any mountain
When I wake up in the mornin' light
Babe, you're getting closer
No more carefree laughter
Hey St Peter
Way Down
Undercover Angel
You Don't Have To Be A Star
I Just Want To Be Your Everything
Feels Like The First Time
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
Jeans On
Knowing Me, Knowing You
Year Of The Cat
