It's an inside job to learn about forgiving, it's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

Remember how you made me crazy, remember how I made you scream.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.