Detroit Turned Out To Be Heaven, But

I Want To Stop And Thank You Baby, How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You.

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

Anger Destroys Your Soul.

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.

When I Get That Feeling, I Want Some Sexual Healing.