The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.
Hey buddy, don't you be no square, if you can't find a partner use a wooden chair.
Talent is being able to sell what you're feeling.
Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind You were always on my mind
I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.
Take care of the fans and they will sure as hell take care of you.