Your Problem Is That Wanna

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

A Mistake Is To Commit A Misunderstanding.

She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Remember When You're Out There Trying To Heal The Sick, That You Must Always First Forgive Them.