I Think It Is More Like A

If You Love Something, Give It Away...

We're All Too Busy Working, Entertaining Ourselves With Forty Hours, Television And Prescription Pills Well, I Take Two A Day To Help My Brain Behave It Never Does, But Who's To Say? At Least My Doctor Gets Paid.

Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep, And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam.

There's All Body Types, But There's Just One Size.

And The Sad Act Like Lepers They Stick To The Shadows They Long To Ring Bells Of Warning To Tell Of Their Coming So That The Pure Can Shut Their Doors.