Talent Is Only A Starting Point.

Heaven... I'm In Heaven, And My Heart Beats So That I Can Hardly Speak.

God Bless America, Land That I Love, Stand Beside Her, And Guide Her, Through The Night, With The Light From Above, From The Mountains, To The Prairies To The Oceans, White With Foam God Bless America, My Home Sweet Home, God Bless America! My Home Sweet Home!

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know, Where The Tree Tops Glisten And Children Listen To Hear Sleigh Bells In The Snow.

Talent Is Only The Starting Point.

A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody. That Haunts You Night And Day.