Remember, remember, it was Satruday night All the people had stage fright New blockbusters came out of my closet The fight of diamond smiles with colorless soldiers Baby, if can't stop falling from your high hills It's probably because you don't have the skills to count 10, 20, 50, 60 men Your love address on a posted note Red Lipstick, Red Lipstick, a donation to this world But confessors still will not make discount Boys, behind your smiles, I think there is a fraud Baby, if can't stop falling from your high hills It's probably because you don't have the skills to count 10, 20, 50, 60 men