Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye I think I love you

I would love to study guitar or trumpet.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

Yes, I'm still going to misbehave!

I always try to write a song to work things out with myself and I want to do it with a little punchline at the end, because I never want to remember anything bad in my life.

I love America, it's a much more permissive place.

Here in England, everyone's a pop star, innit, whereas in America they believe in the term artist.