You Are A Work Of Art.

He Drove Me Home In The Van, Complaining, 'women Only Like Me For My Mind'.

It Doesn't Stop. It Really Doesn't Stop. It's The Way I Live Every Single Day. I Don't Do Anything Else. I Have No Other Interest Other Than Music. At All.

I Just Feel That When All Is Said And Done, I Am Not Insane.

And If You Ever Need Self-validation, Just Meet Me In The Alley By The Railway Station

I Used To Dream, And I Used To Vow; I Wouldn't Dream Of It Now.