I'm young and healthy, and you've got charms; It would really be a sin not to have you in my arms; I'm young and healthy, and so are you; When the moon is in the sky, tell me what am I to do? If I could hate you, I'd keep away; But that ain't my nat |
I've always written music the way I felt it. I write for the public because I feel like the public, the way they would write if they could. |