Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me...

I'm dying for you just to touch me, And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. L'amour looks something like you.

I must work on my mind. For now I realise: Everyone of us has a heaven inside.

You look like an angel, Sleeping it off at a station. Were you only passing through?

There are many that I know and I know it. They are many that I know and they know it. They are all of them themselves and they repeat it and I hear it. Always …

The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death; you might recall al…

We throw sticks at dogs, that's the level we have dogs at. You'd never dream of throwing one for a cat. We throw sticks for dogs, and dogs go, 'Oh, he's droppe…