In your prayers, all my sins are remembered.
I translated Shakespeare.
I'm having an affair with my guitar. I love the way my fingers slide against it's smooth long neck. The way my arm hangs over it's body to provoke the sounds I wish to hear. And especially the way my hands adjust the head into the right position for the perfect pitch.
Give daddy a spankin' for being naughty.
Christmas ain't comin' to our town anymore.