"Let the game start
A dogfight in the backyard
We must face reality
To impress me you need more that action hero clothes and sex appeal


I mustn't make you call
Any way at all
I mustn't make you call
We ain't got a future, that is all


I don't know the way love flows
In other words it's dangerous to me
All my future hopes could be destroyed
In less than, one, two, three


And I know, and I know this ain't built to last
And I know, and I know that all good things must pass
But this one flees too fast


I mustn't make you call
Any way at all
I mustn't make you call
We may have a future after all"

An Pierle, "Jupiter"