[Originally by Reba McEntire] I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money...
[Originally by Classic Case] The first stroke of genius was the start of fixing up, A premature masterpiece seen only in the mind's eye. But Judging between us who's the fairest of them all? Distorted...