You can live your life in a crowded city, You can walk along a crowded street. But the city really ain´t no bigger than the friendly People, friendly people that you meet.
You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, And at the dances you can´t keep your seat. But, if dances don´t lead to romances, You might as well be born, be born with two left feet.
You might be a sweet-toned sure `nuff high-class talker, You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing. But it don´t do too much good to be talkin´, Brother, when there ain´t no, ain´t nobody lis´nin´. And if you are shy, just not much of a talker, Don´t impress the people that you meet. You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely street