I'm evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I'm evil, so don't mess around with me.
Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.
Her little sister will tell you she don't live here anymore.
You're so square, baby, I don't care.
When you get down to the nitty gritty, isn't it a pity that in this big city not one little bitty man will admit that he could have been a little wrong.
When your intelligence don't tell you something ain't right, your conscience gives you a tap you on the shoulder and says 'Hold on'. If it don't, you're a snake.