I Forgot To Remember To Forget.

I Figure All Any Kid Needs Is Hope And The Feeling He Or She Belongs.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

Since The Beginning, It Was Just The Same. The Only Difference, The Crowds Are Bigger Now.

I Wouldn't Call Girls A Hobby. It's A Pastime.

If You Wanna Be Loved, Baby, You've Got To Love Me, Too. Oh Yeah, Cause I An't For No One Side Love Affair.