She uses brown foundation
to cover up her tears...

My pencil is my brush
let me paint you a picture...

Lord, here we are again
me fighting against my flesh...

If minds could be read
as if they were books...

This is my confession
of my obsession...

Who can love me like you?
Who can bring me the ultimate joy...

I can't stop crying.
But what good does crying do...

Can I be yours?
Your honey...

S-E-X
may seem the best...

Who really cares?
Anyone out there...

Will you take a minute and listen
to what I have to say...

Music is my lova.
Together we create beautiful sounds...