Letter To LA-Joe Ely

You're afraid to lose your cover Afraid to bare your soul Like an Alfred Hitchcock lover Who slowly goes out of control Your love is like the city Only shines at night Your love has no pity Baby, baby, that's all right Your vanity is your castle You're like a neon sign And the poor lost souls in your shadows You forget, they are friends of mine Your love is like the city Only shines at night Your love has no pity Baby, baby, that's all right Little Johnny Vain lost his head While you broke a young girl's heart And Cecil B. DeMille once gave to you The 'Cast of Millions' part Your love is like the city Only shines at night Your love has no pity Baby, baby, that's all right How many memories have you, honey Swept beneath the bed? And how many roses have you, honey Watered till they bled?