Mama, we all go to hell.

If you love me, let me go.

I Don't Care.

Teenagers scare the living sh*t out of me.

I'd pay to see you frown.

What a catch, Donnie.

Bury me 'till I confess.

A little less sixteen candles.

Love is not a choice.

Miss Jackson, are you nasty?

I'd pay to see you frown.

It's much better face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band.