Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
If met Vic Reeves, I'd have no desire other than to smack him in the face.
I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full. And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.
That's why I do this music business thing, it's communication with people without having the extreme inconvenience of actually phoning anybody up.
The Cure: A new dimension of the word 'crap'.
It's so shameful of me: I like you.