At Least We Know We Tend To

I Can't Talk About My Singing; I'm Inside It. How Can You Describe Something You're Inside Of?

If Someone Comes Along, Gonna Give You Some Love And Affection, I Say Get It While You Can.

When I Sing, I Feel Like When You're First In Love. It's More Than Sex. It's That Point Two People Can Get To They Call Love, When You Really Touch Someone For The First Time, But It's Gigantic, Multiplied By The Whole Audience. I Feel Chills.

People, Whether They Know It Or Not, Like Their Blues Singers Miserable. They Like Their Blues Singers To Die Afterwards.

The Older The Grapes, Sweeter The Wine.