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They're The Salt Of The Earth, Those Girls. They Don't Sit Each Night And Compare Notes On Groups, Criticising Lyrics, Asking If It's Valid. They Just Play The Record... Yeah, And Maybe They Dance. I Love Them. I Love Them Dearly

It Amazes Me Sometimes That Even Intelligent People Will Analyze A Situation Or Make A Judgement After Only Recognizing The Standard Or Traditional Structure Of A Piece.

All The Great Mystical Religions Put A Strong Emphasis On The Redeeming Qualities Of Sex.

It Makes Me Sad When I See Artists Who Come Alive When They Go Onstage, Because, Gee, I Really Come Alive When I'm Home.

My Father Worked For A Children's Home Called Dr. Barnardo's Homes. They're A Charity.