With a little love and luck we will get by.

This thing called love, it cries like a baby in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jellyfish. I kinda like it.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Consequences from evil will make your past haunt you.

A little love and affection in everything you do will make the world a better place with or without you.

It could all be so simple, but you'd rather make it hard, loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars.