We're really quite nice and friendly, but everyone has a beastly side to them, don't they?
I'm not chic, I could never be chic.
We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye.
You just pick up a chord, go twang, and you're got music.
Today everything's a conflict of interest.
I just cash in on the fact that I'm good looking, and I've got a nice figure and girls like me.