The One Thing I Wanted

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'

You Want Me To Act Like We've Never Kissed, You Want To Forget; Pretend We've Never Met , And I've Tried And I've Tried, But I Haven't Yet... You Walk By, And I Fall To Pieces.

I Can't Miss A Night's Work And Let My Public Down.

The Final Words Of A Domestic Bully: If You Leave Me Now Furious Angels Will Descend Upon You And Bring You Back To Me.

It Sure Gives Me Faith And A Wonderful Feeling To Know How Many Fans And Friends Are Wanting Me Well Again.