Surely if God had meant us to do yoga, he would have put our heads behind our knees.
There's still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know.
Spread your wings and let me come inside.
Tonight's the night. It's gonna be alright.
I have enough music coming out of my kids' bedrooms when I'm at home.