I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

I conceived in art college at the age of 20, near the end of term.

I didn't think I had much of a following in the South. I thought I was anonymous down there so I kept to the South. But I found in certain pockets that I was quite recognizable and I just hit a wig store.

I was young for my age. Not as naïve as they expected. I don't know why I seem to bring that out in people.

I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.

I'm a fine artist working in a commercial arena, so that's my cross to bear

They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone