Now If Six Turned Up To Be

I Found Myself In Too Much Of A Box Situation.

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

If 6 Turned Out To Be 9, I Don't Mind.

You Know You Are A Sweet Little Heart Breaker, Foxy Lady.

The Smiling Portrait Of You Is Still Hanging On My Frowning Wall.