I Try To Conduct My Life With

Don't The Wounded Bird Still Sing?

Took Your Car, Drove To Texas. Sorry Honey, But I Suspected, You And I Can't Cry Anymore.

I Have A Face I Cannot Show, I Make The Rules Up As I Go.

I Become More Seasoned, It's Less Interesting To Try And Compete In The Pop Market.

We Can't Be Certain Who The Villains Are Cuz Everyone's So Pretty, But The After Party's Sure To Be The Wing-ding As It Moves Into Your City.