Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy

If I Had The Stars From The Darkest Night And The Diamonds From The Deepest Ocean, I'd Forsake Them All For Your Sweet Kiss, For That's All I'm Wishin' To Be Ownin'.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

You're Better Than No One And No One Is Better Than You.

Just Because You Like My Stuff Doesn't Mean I Owe You Anything.