A Man May Be Hot

You Can't Write A Song Out Of Thin Air You Have To Feel And Know What You Are Writing About.

It's February The 22ndand I Can't Tell A Lie.

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know.

God Bless America, Land That I Love. Stand Beside Her, And Guide Her Through The Night With A Light From Above.

Gos Bless America, My Home Sweet Home.