I Believe That I Am Male And

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

There's A Man Who's Been Out Sailing In A Decade Full Of Dreams And He Takes Her To A Schooner And He Treats Her Like A Queen Bearing Beads From California With Their Amber Stones And Green He Has Called Her From The Harbor He Has Kissed Her With His Freedom He Has Heard Her Off To Starboard In The Breaking And The Breathing Of The Water Weeds While She Was Busy Being Free

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.

I Thrive On Change. That's Probably Why My Chord Changes Are Weird, Because Chords Depict Emotions. They'll Be Going Along On One Key And I'll Drop Off A Cliff, And Suddenly They Will Go Into A Whole Other Key Signature. That Will Drive Some People Crazy, But That's How My Life Is.

Because Elvis Gave 'em Cars, You Think I'm Cheap.