four hundread and seventy seven.
Did I say that I loathe you? Did I say that I want to leave it all behind?
I can’t take my eyes off of you. I can’t take my mind off of you.
four hundred and seventy six.
I should be over all the butterflies but I’m into you, I’m into you.
And baby even on our worst nights, I’m into you, I’m into you.
four hundred and seventy five.
Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Be good and you will be lonesome.
