I'm still learning about life My woman brought children for me So I can sing them all my songs.

Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower / Went up where the homeless had their home

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania

If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all

The history of a people is found in its songs

This is the book I never read-These are the words I never said-This is the path I'll never tread-These are the dreams I'll dream instead

There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away

Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip