Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?

If I'm censoring for anyone, it's for my parents. They are very old-fashioned and moral people. They still don't understand me that well.

The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

people will tell you were they have gone, they'll tell you where to go, but until you get there for yourself you never really know.

I see bodies as individual things.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.