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

I wouldn't call girls a hobby. It's a pastime.

A little less conversation, a little more ACTION.

Then came Act II, you seemed to change and acted strange, and why I'll never know.

Since my baby left me, I've found a new place to dwell, down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel.

When things go wrong, don't go with them.

Life has taught me one big lesson, always keep the girlies guessing.