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

I've never written a song in my life. It's all a big hoax.

I didn't know that there were any radio stations in Nova Scotia.

The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.

Rhythm is something you either have or don't have, but when you have it, you have it all over.

When we kiss my heart's on fire, burning with a strange desire. And I know that every time I kiss you, that your heart's on fire, too.

You've got to follow that dream, wherever that dream may lead.