Nine and nine makes fourteen, four and four makes nine. The clock is striking thirteen, I think I've lost my mind.
Friends are people you can talk to... without words when you have to.
She touched my hand what a chill I got, her lips are like a volcano that's hot.
I can preach until your deaf and dumb, I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum.
In my beach shack, we'll be alone. In my beach shack, I'll make you feel at home.
Somebody does somethin' stupid, that's human. They don't stop when they see it's wrong, that's a fool.