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.

I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.

Once I catch you and the kissing starts, a team of wild horses couldn't tear us apart.

A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

We're trapped in a world that's troubled with pain. As long as a man has the strength to dream, he can redeem his soul and fly.

The walls have ears, better think before you throw that shoe.