When I Think Of Myself, I Think

Heard Once That In Dire Times When You Need A Sign, That's When They Appear.

I Don't See Perfection As Far As A Visual Image Of Perfection. "perfection" To Me Is, I Walk Away From A Situation And Say, "i Did Everything I Could Do Right There. There Was Nothing More That I Could Do." Like, I Worked As Hard As I Possibly Could Have. That's Perfection.

She Make Me Beg For It Until She Give It Up

I Could Teach You How To Speak My Language, Rosetta Stone.

But I Gotta Say, Oh, Baby, Oh Baby, Why Is This So Familiar? Just Met Her, Already Feel Like I Know The Real Her.