I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.

I never was a very good singer.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.

Music itself is a great source of relaxation. Parts of it anyway. Working in the studio, that's not relaxing, but playing an instrument that I don't know how to play is unbelievably relaxing, because I don't have any pressure on me.

Got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me, and one says she's a friend of mine.

My forays into trying to date girls my own age from the school I went to were all pretty tortured.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?