Love is such a selfish thing, it’s always crying, “Me, me, me.”
Love is such a selfish thing, it’s always crying, “Me, me, me.”
I’ve thought about it for a while, and I’ve thought about the many miles. But I think it’s time that I’ve gone away.
I’m hungry and the hunger will linger, I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers.
If I die tomorrow, what did I do today? You want fresh air? You won’t find it this way.
The Jack White Experience produces another successful experiment.