THE LOOK OF LOVE
WISHIN’ AND HOPIN’
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?
YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY YOU LOVE ME
THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND
I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY SELF
I CLOSE MY EYES AND COUNT TO TEN
LOSING YOU
I ONLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU
SON OF A PREACHER MAN
