I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.
Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.
If you want to know how to please a woman, just talk to a neuroscience major from Columbia.