Well I Stand Up Next To A

Hey Motor Cycle Mama, You Gonna Marry Me?

If My Baby Don't Love Me No More, I Know Her Sister Will.

I Wanted To Be Listened To. I Don't Know If They Were Or Not, Though.

So You Want To Be Married, Oh Baby, Trying To Put Me On A Chain, Ain't That Some Shame? You Must Be Losing Your Weak Little Mind.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction.