[ti:Ballad of Michael Valentine]
[ar:The Killers]
[al:Hot Fuss]
Michael, plays with stars
Soul Sister, won't you take a ride in his car
Late to call, When you wanted to be all
Baby baby, don't be so shy
Rock children, hold your heads up high
In the night while I try
And tell the ballad of Valentine

(You got it bad, but you know it's true)

I caught up with a friend in Dallas
We took a trip to New Orleans
Those black-eyed ladies
Won't say... they're sorry
We finally caught a train to Memphis
Where everybody talks the same
Those blue suede babies
All know my name

And I said hold tight
Can't you see that it's hurting me
But I've got the buzz
Like Marlon Brando
Michael Valentine, can't we unite?

We ended up in North Dakota
Although my heart's in Mexico
My monakila, all went to Soho
With your new suit and your black tie
Hold on, you're just a gambling man, all proper like
I broke to the right, and I caught your eye
Shut your mouth and wave goodbye tonight...
I ain't gonna let you rain on this parade

And I said hold tight
Can't you see it's hurting me
But I've got the buzz
Like Marlon Brando
Straight faced with misery tonight
And I will not lie
When I say I ain't cold no more
But I've got the buzz
Like Greta Garbo
Walking forwards to the sun
And I've got a cold tale left to write

Well uh oh
I know he's gonna be there tonight