Your Recipe, Darling, Is So

I Woke Up This Morning, Smiled At The Rising Sun, Three Little Birds, Sat On My Doorstep, Singing Sweet Songs

You Can't Find The Right Roads When The Streets Are Paved.

The Hotter The Battle The Sweeter The Victory.

One Bright Morning When My Work Is Over I Will Fly Away Home.

The Road To Life Is Rocky, And You May Stumble Too. So While You Point Your Fingers, Someone Else Is Judging You.