You know you are a sweet little heart breaker, foxy lady.
After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.
There's a lot of political things happening out there that I'd really have to get away from.
When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.
The Telecaster has two sounds - a good one and a bad one.
I'll always touch you.