From Cowboy Mouth

I mean I can't be the saint people dream of now.

People want a street angel.

They want a saint but with a cowboy mouth.

Somebody to get off on

when they can't get off on themselves.

The Genius of Kander & Ebb

I don't care much, go or stay, I don't care very much

Either way.

Hearts grow hard on a windy street, lips grow cold

with the rent to meet. So if you kiss me, if we touch,

Warning's fair, I don't care very much.

I don't care much, go or stay, I don't care very much

Either way.

Words sound false when your coat's too thin

feet don't waltz when the roof caves in.

So if you kiss me, if we touch, I don't care very much.

I don't care.