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