The Elvis Convetion

I love me tenders. Uh Huh Huh. But Lawdy Miss Clawdy, I got a woman, in the ghetto, and I’m all shook up. Can’t help falling in love, hound dog, so don’t step on my blue suede shoes. I’m lonesome tonight. We can’t go on like this, with suspicious minds. A little less conversation. It’s now or never. Return to sender. Thank you very much. Elvis has left the building.