 Have you been a home American? Just you and your idle, simple sense of love. Leather, leather everywhere. Not a nymph left from the ghetto. Well, well, well, would you carry a person? In case, just in case of depression. Sit on your hands on the buses of divers. Blushing at all the Afro-Sheilas. Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that close to love?