Pale, pubescent beasts, roam through the streets    And coffee-shops, their prey gather in herds    Of stiff knee-length skirts, and white ankle-socks   But while they search for a mate, my type hibernate    In bedrooms above, composing their songs of love      Young, uniform minds, in uniform lines   And uniform ties, run round with trousers on fire    And signs of desire, they cannot disguise,    While I try to find words, as light as the birds   That circle above, to put in my songs of love      Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice   Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice   So sing while you have time, let the sun shine down from above   And fill you with songs of love      Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice   Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice   So let's sing while we still can, while the sun hangs high up above   Wonderful songs of love, beautiful songs of love   The frog princess      I met a girl, she was a frog princess   I guess I ought to make it clear   That I saw nothing through her see-through dress   Until she whispered in my ear      You don't really love me and I don't really mind   'Cause I don't love anybody, that stuff is just a waste of time   Your place or mine?"      I met a girl, she was a complete mess   I should've left her well alone, but oh no, not me   I had to see if underneath that dress   Her heart was really made of stone      I met a girl, she was a frog princess   And yes I do regret it now   But how was I to know that just one kiss   could turn my frog into a cow?      And now I'm rid of her I must confess   To thinking 'bout what might have been   And I can visualize my frog princess   beneath a shining guillotine      You don't really love me and baby that it alright   'Cause I don't love anybody,   I come and go through people's love lives   Your place or mine?