I'm just delighted that this woman I love can be a mum again.
I am a man of contradictions, I suppose.
There's still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don't be here in the morning when I wake up.
All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover, and mother what a lover, you wore me out.
My love for you is immeasurable, my respect for you immense. You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness, you're beauty and elegance.