I would take songs that I'd loved as a child and redo them in my mind for the new voice I had, the low voice.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
My arms are too short to box with God.
Understand your man, meditate on it.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red, and some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head. I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
Death and hell are never full, and neither are men's eyes.