Romance Never Does Go Out Of Fashion.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

Silvio, I Gotta Go, Find Out Something Only Dead Men Know.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.