I'm Evil, My Middle Name

Your Kisses Lift Me Higher...like The Sweet Song Of A Choir. You Light My Morning Sky, With Burning Love.

I Knew By Heart All The Dialogue Of James Dean's Films; I Could Watch Rebel Without A Cause A Hundred Times Over.

When You Get Down To The Nitty Gritty, Isn't It A Pity That In This Big City Not One Little Bitty Man Will Admit That He Could Have Been A Little Wrong.

Computers May Out Think Us One Day, But As Long As People Got Feelings We'll Be Better Than They Are.

I'd Just Like To Be Treated Like A Regular Customer.