Wildflowers don't care where they grow.
I think that all creative people are a little bit nuts.
I have to not harden my heart, because I want to stay open to feel things.
Got those moods a swinging, tears a slinging, nothing fits me, when it hits me, ranting, raving, misbehaving, PMS blues.
Here you come again, looking better than a body has a right to.
You can bet there's something fishy going on. I guess some large mouth bass left that lipstick on our shirt.