She's a hypnotist collector; you are a walking antique.

Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.

Yesterday is just a memory.

If you try to be anyone but yourself, you will fail; if you are not true to your own heart, you will fail. Then again, there's no success like failure

Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.

We all like motorcycles to some degree.