There Are Still Times I Feel Unhappy

And Givin' Yourself To Me Can Never Be Wrong

For Me, Love Carries The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction.

Too Busy Thinking About My Baby And I Ain't Got Time For Nothing Else.

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

I Don't Make Records For Pleasure. I Did When I Was A Younger Artist, But I Don't Today. I Record So That I Can Feed People What They Need, What They Feel. Hopefully, I Record So That I Can Help Someone Overcome A Bad Time