I Wouldn't Call Girls A Hobby. It's

Memories, Pressed Between The Pages Of My Mind. Memories, Sweetened Through The Ages Just Like Wine.

I'm Lonely Like Adam And You're Evil Like Eve.

Wise Men Say Only Fools Rush In. But I Can't Help Falling In Love With You.

Make Me Feel At Home, If You Really Care, Scratch My Back And Run Your Pretty Fingers Through My Hair.

When Your Intelligence Don't Tell You Something Ain't Right, Your Conscience Gives You A Tap You On The Shoulder And Says 'hold On'. If It Don't, You're A Snake.