I'll bring the red wine, you bring the ludes.
You're like a cold beer, darling, on a long hot summer night.
Everybody sings from their diaphragm.
You can avoid the press if you really want to and I don't walk around with five security guards either because I think that just draws attention.
I have enough music coming out of my kids' bedrooms when I'm at home.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know.