Secrets and sharing soda, That's how our time began. Love is a story told to a friend It's second hand.

I wanna be strong, I wanna laugh along, I wanna belong to the living. Alive, alive, I wanna get up and jive, Wanna wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive.

Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the centre giving to get something.

I remember the time you told me, you said 'Love is touching souls,' Surely you've touched mine, cause Part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to t…

I had fun, but I didn't really have anyone i particularly loved except for loving friends. But I have a certain amount of faith that it will come.

My friends are my 'estate.' Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend!