We're living in times where men commit crimes and crime don't have a face.
A song is anything that can walk by itself.
Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.
Don't criticize what you can't understand.
People disagreeing everywhere you look makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.