Writer(s): David Raksin - Johnny Mercer
Laura is the face in the misty lights
Footsteps that you hear down the hall
The (love) that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall
And you see Laura on a train that is passing through
Those eyes how familiar they seem
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura but she's only a dream
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura
But she's only a dream(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Don't wanna be your slave
Twenty four hours a day
Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket
Get something to eat, steal something of the shelves
Pass by the liquor store
Be back about quarter to twelve
Don't want to be your slave
Baby go, baby go, baby go
Do it yeah