The Woman I Love She Got A

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

Don't Follow Leaders, Watch Your Parkin' Meters.

If You Need Somebody You Can Trust, Trust Yourself

Having Hits Buries A Singer In The Past. A Lot Of Singers Hide In The Past Because It's Safer Back There. If You've Ever Heard Today's Country Music, You'll Know What I'm Talking About.