Pride is the chief cause in the decline in the number of husbands and wives.
There's a mystery to writing, and you don't really know where most of it comes from.
Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you.
The lyrics aren't simple, either. They're extremely difficult because I'm trying to say complicated things in as few words as possible.
My peers accept me and respect me, and that's enough.
I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.