I take the juice of two bottles of whisky.

Motivation is a lotta crap.

Return to me, for my heart wants you only. Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart.

Love is a flower that blooms so tender, each kiss a dew drop of sweet surrender. Love is a moment of life enchanting, let's take that moment that tonight is granting.

We try to find chemistry; we don't do a lot of situational baseball.

Haven't got a girl, but I can wish. So I'll take me down to Main Street and that's where I'll select my imaginary dish.

Somewhere there's a someone for me. Though I may be lonely now, I'll see it through somehow, to somebody's heart I know I hold the key.