I'll have to get people to write songs for me right now until my own writing comes around.
You would think I would recycle by the way I found my last chick. . . cause all she wants is paper or plastic.
That old ball and chain had me chained up for weeks, So of course I'm off the chain as soon as I hit the streets.
Most things, except agriculture, can wait
Part of me wishes some of the more obsessive fans would spend a fraction of the time they spend studying the band.
I'm still basically the same as I always was. I still listen to the same people. That's where I'm coming from.
Now we know that women can do what men can do. . . , but we don't know that men can do what women can do.