I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.
I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!
Don't care what people say. Don't give a damn about their laws.
Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.
I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.