The internet and social networking are new avenues for the next Bob Dylan to be born on.

A friend of mine, a friend of yours. My better half, Richard Stephen Sambora

I don't work well outside the lines; my report card once read, "doesn't play well with others."

I would kick this bad world's ass if I could just get on my feet

I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

You can't win 'til you're not afraid to lose