Don't The Wounded Bird Still Sing?

I've Got No One To Blame For Every Time I Feel Lame.

I Hate That Word, Mature, But I Guess I Am Growing Up.

We Can't Be Certain Who The Villains Are Cuz Everyone's So Pretty, But The After Party's Sure To Be The Wing-ding As It Moves Into Your City.

Are You Strong Enough To Be My Man?

I Become More Seasoned, It's Less Interesting To Try And Compete In The Pop Market.