The fight to make ends meet, keeps a man upon his feet.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love.
Catch up with your past, before it catches up with you.
A pretty face, don't make a pretty heart.
My access to music when I was growing up was through pirate radio, you know, transistor radio under the pillow, listening to one more and then 'just one more' until your favourite track comes on.
Every man's the same, he wants the sunshine in his name.