I Feel Like Little Bits Of My

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, No Amount Of Money, Can Stop Me From Loving You, Try As They May, Try As They Might, I’m Not Letting Go, Without A Fight, Some Say It’s Wicked, Some Say It’s Sinful, Some It’s Wrong, And Just Wrong, I Don’t Know Much, But When Push Comes To Shove, I Definitely Don’t Believe, There’s Such Thing Wrong As Love.

The Higher The Hair, The Closer To God.

I Do Better Singing Female Songs Because My Voice Is So High-pitched.

Like Having A Great Idea, Life Comes At You Fast. It Hits You And Tries To Escape And Be Expressed In Any Way Possible. In A Way, It's A Lot Like...lightning.

I May Have No Idea What I'm Talking About," I Said, A Little Ticked Off Now. "but We're All A Part Of A Minority Waiting For A Majority To Pull Their Heads Out Of Their Asses.