If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.
Crime is increasing, trigger happy policing. Panic is spreading, God knows where we're heading.
Music, not sex, got me aroused.
For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.
Are thing really gettin' better like the newspaper said/What else is new my friend, besides what I read/Can't find no work, can't find no job my friend/Money is tighter than it's ever been/Say man, I just don't understand/What's going on across this land
There are still times I feel unhappy and I must smile, and there are times I want to cry and I must laugh... people rarely see the real Marvin Gaye