I think politics come out of psychology.
It's hard to be a saint in the city.
For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.
I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin.
I had no credit cards. I had no checks. I was cash only until I was probably 30 years old.
We gotta get out while we're young, 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.