“Rumors spreading all over my town but they are just stones and sticks. On the microphone is where I go to get my fix. Let the loving take ahold, it will if you let it, I’m funky not a junky but I know where to get it, no trouble no fuss, I know why, its so nice, to hear the same song twice.”
Now that we agree that we are here
Failure is not an option.
This is a cake walk.