Lyrics by Dale, Music by Robert Brookins)

Constant impressions and plenty of will
Time and time again secrets filter through

There's roses in the bathtub and he's still asleep
Wonder to myself, my secrets will he keep?

Playing poker in the dark (with one eye open)
Gamblin' with my heart (and now he's hopin')
oh, he's so..He's so typical
He's so typical..

Waltzing in the shadows with blue overtones
Does my freedom show, but how could he have known?
No smoking in the boys' room with black leather gloves
Then up jumped the moon and out walked the love

No smoking in the boys room
Then out jumped the moon
And out walked the love

He's so typical, tip tip tippee...[etc...fade...human trumpet so