Junebug oh Junebug where are you going? No sour grapes here.
Father, thanks for pulling me apart and making me whole everyday.
There ain't nothing I can't do with a woman like you—I love you any kind of way.
Paris is far. Paris is beautiful. Because she is far.
Tragedy is for the royals, tragedy is for the giants.
Next time I see you, I'll have to shut my eyes or else I'll fall in love.