If I Loved You, Well

There's All Body Types, But There's Just One Size.

You Mean Nothing To No One But That's Nobody's Fault...

And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

I Think There's A Danger, For Me At Least, In Retreating And Going Inward And Depression. I Have To Stay Diligent Against That Tendency.

You Could Be Happy, The Minute You Try. Why Won't You Try? Oh Won't You Try?