Sometimes I wish I were Irish. I'd play Ragtime Annie all night. They say that as you get older your nose and your ears continue to grow. I've noticed that your love does, too.
There's a fire in my mind and I really can't be confined here. If Marcie's right and unrequited love is the best love, then I suppose I win again. Every time I think I've heard every pretty song in the world, somebody plays me a new one. No wonder we love the mockingbird.
Dr. King decided to stick with love. I'll have what he was having.