All over the place, every which way
A kid in every single port, village, downright dirty ol’ town
Insatiable, so many international women who turned out to be the absolute apple of his roaming eye
Don’t quite know how he did it, a face that can somehow manage to take gold and turn it to dust
Utterly charming all of the way through
Dangerously disarming when least expected
‘Til, by the very end, it is he who appears to be the one rather priceless to them
When, really, it should have always been entirely the other way round
Seems beauty truly does lie within the eye of the beholder
A hundred-and-one men peering over a strained shoulder