If God had wanted women to bowl, he would've put their breasts on their backs so we would have something to watch while waiting our turn
There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
And no one understand why I scream on the way back home
We could always look at the poor people who were less fortunate than us and feel better. Well, let's find a mirror.