I'm The Only One Who

I'm Sure That I've Already Been Dead.

When He Takes Me In His Arms, And Speaks To Me Softly, I See The World Through Rose-colored Glasses.

Use Your Faults, Use Your Defects; Then You're Going To Be A Star.

As Far As I'm Concerned, Love Means Fighting, Big Fat Lies, And A Couple Of Slaps Across The Face.

I Wouldn't Mind At All Coming Back To Earth After My Death.