Music, Not Sex, Got Me

Detroit Turned Out To Be Heaven, But It Also Turned Out To Be Hell.

If You Escape From People Too Often,, You Wind Up Escaping From Yourself.

Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Ain't No Valley Low Enough, Ain't No River Wide Enough, To Keep Me From Getting To You.

Mercy, Mercy Me, Things Ain't What They Used To Be.

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