I Don't Mind Being Controversial.

The Walls Have Ears, Ears That Hear Each Little Sound You Make Every Time You Stamp, Throw A Lamp.

She Touched My Hand What A Chill I Got, Her Lips Are Like A Volcano That's Hot.

I Have No Use For Bodyguards, But I Have Very Specific Use For Two Highly Trained Certified Public Accountants.

Memories, Pressed Between The Pages Of My Mind. Memories, Sweetened Through The Ages Just Like Wine.

You Can Do Anything, But Lay Off My Blue Suede Shoes