The teacher always used me as an example to the class of good English and good storytelling because we all had to write the same stories. But she used to make me go out front - which I hated - and read my story to the class and I would get huge applause. Not because of who I was but because they truly enjoyed the stories I wrote.

The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone.

You can't hurt me, I found peace within myself.

Don't blame it on the sunshine. Don't blame it on the moonlight. Blame it on the boogie.

But they told me a man should be faithful, and walk when not able, and fight till the end but I'm only Human.

I put real pressure on myself and I demand the best out of myself.

The lyrics, the strings, the chords, everything comes at the moment like a gift that is put right into your head and that's how I hear it.