It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When It's Slippery And Wet.