Coffee In The Morning, Cocaine Afternoons.

Eleven On A Scale Of Ten, Honey, Let Me Introduce You To My Redneck Friend.

I Love To Read. I Love To Stretch. In The Morning, I Get Up, And If I'm Not In A Hurry, I Will Lie On The Floor On A Rug, Look Through Some Books And Magazines, And Maybe Listen To Music And Try To Do Stretching Exercises To Tune Up.

I Want To Know What Became Of The Changes We Waited For Love To Bring/were They Only The Fitful Dreams Of Some Greater Awakening?

I Want To Find Myself A Girl Who Can Show Me What Laughter Means, And We'll Fill In The Missing Numbers In Each Others Paint-by-numbers Dreams.

Do The Steps That You've Been Shown, By Everyone You've Ever Known, Until The Dance Becomes Your Very Own.