I've Never Written A Song In My

You've Got To Follow That Dream, Wherever That Dream May Lead.

She Touched My Hand What A Chill I Got, Her Lips Are Like A Volcano That's Hot.

Love Had Surely Made Us All And Hate Would Surely Make Us Fall.

Blacko-oxy-tonic Phosphate, It's The Latest Scoop. But That's Alright Girls, You Can Call It Goop.

All I Want Is To Know The Truth, To Know And Experience God. I'm A Searcher, That's What I'm All About.