When Every Memory Has Been Made And

I Don't Stare At A Sheet Of Paper And Try To Think Of A Good Word To Use. I Try To See Where The Story Should Go.

You Look Out There And There's People That, Their Day Is Changed Because Of Your Contribution To It.

I'm A Last-minute Shopper. I End Up At The Mall Or Somewhere On Christmas Eve. It's A Shame.

She's A Yellow Pair Of Running Shoes, A Holey Pair Of Jeans. She Looks Great In Cheap Sunglasses, She Looks Great In Anything. She's, "i Want A Piece Of Chocolate Cake; Take Me To A Movie." She's A, "i Can't Find A Thing To Wear." Now And Then She's Moody. She's A Saturn With A Sunroof With Her Brown Hair Blowing. She's A Warm Conversation I Wouldn't Miss For Nothing. She's A Fighter When She's Mad And She's A Lover When She's Lovin'.

Well One Thing's For Sure.. All You Really Need Is Love.