I've tried to have a regular haircut, but it just pops back up again, so this is the way it's going to be.
There's still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.
You are my lover, you're my best friend. You're in my soul.
I do take a lot of pride in my look and I work out - do work out a lot.
If I don't get laid, I'll sure die trying.
Every picture tells a story, don't it?