The Pest, In A Sense, Is A

I Was In Love Again. I Was In Trouble

I Never Met Another Man I'd Rather Be. And Even If That's A Delusion, It's A Lucky One.

A Yet Women -good Women- Frightened Me Because They Eventually Wanted Your Soul, And What Was Left Of Mine, I Wanted To Keep. Basically I Craved Prostitutes, Base Women, Because They Were Deadly And Hard And Made No Personal Demands. Nothing Was Lost When They Left. Yet At The Same Time I Yearned For A Gentle, Good Woman, Despite The Overwhelming Price.

The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That Is Sometimes Difficult.

A Man Who Can Beat The Horses Can Do Anything He Makes Up His Mind To Do.