so many great lines

the sky admits defeat, the sea will kiss your feet
I could drown in those blue eyes
(from Don Partridges hit Blue Eyes - written I believe by Richard kerr)

I could see she wasn't my cup of tea,
and I wasn't her glass of wine
(from I could not take my eyes off her by Dave Paskett)

Woman is the sweetest fruit god ever put on the vine
and I no more have just one kinda woman than I'd drink only one kind of wine
(from Berkley Woman by Bryan Bowers)

all of Late in the Evening by Paul Simon