One Year Of Love Is

I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

We're A Very Expensive Group; We Break A Lot Of Rules. It's Unheard Of To Combine Opera With A Rock Theme, My Dear .

I Dress To Kill, But Tastefully.

I Love The Fact That I Can Make People Happy, In Any Form. Even If It’s Just An Hour Of Their Lives, If I Can Make Them Feel Lucky Or Make Them Feel Good, Or Bring A Smile To A Sour Face, That To Me Is Worthwhile.