Last time you checked, you thought that all was swell or at least it seemed so. In retrospect your long season in hell left them less than gung-ho. But you'll make them all remember. You'll make them all believe. Though no longer young and tender, still got some tricks left up in your sleeve. Calling collect to drop your next bombshell or strike your next deathblow. Pause for effect, your breathless kiss and tell failed to set them aglow. But you'll make them all remember. You'll beg, borrow and thieve. Though you've lost that youthful splendor, still got some tricks left up in your sleeve. Left up your short sleeve. Who would have guessed? It seems like yesterday you were so self-impressed. That's how this business goes. Well past your crest you've been undressed. And it shows. It blows. No disrespect but you've taken on a smell and it won't sell. We wish you would remember before you make believe. It's better to surrender than wear your heart out on your short sleeve. Out on your short sleeve. We know you blow