Brooklyn is not the easiest place to grow up in, although I wouldn't change that experience for anything.

But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .

Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you.

I definitely don't feel like I'm 71. I feel like I did when I was - between 30 and 40. The body ages. The mind doesn't.

The man in between waits between the two, not hearing the lie and not seeing the true. Unknowing what is and denying what seems, and there he will sleep, the man in between.

You like to think that it's something you created, but secretly you know that you had some kind of help, or somebody gave this to you.

She got the way to move me, Cherry, she got the way to groove me.