I turn my girl on like fifty shades of grey.

What matters is like, spreading love.

That's like the fourth time I've been called a women in this past hour. It's really starting to boost my self-esteem.

I love animals and plants and sometimes even people.

A soul living in tune with its internal purpose is bound to create utter magic.

Love is priceless. And all I really want is a good night kiss. So if tears were diamonds, more valuable gold, then a fortune in the corners of my eyes I would hold.

We take a dash of sexiness, a dash of spice, and blend it in with awesomeness and glory. Then we dance.