“..And i can't get you out of my mind,God knows how hard I've tried”

“And i can't get you out of my head,how in the world will i beginto let you walk right out my lifeand blow my heart away?”

“You took the ease off my mindAnd put it behindYou were there for all my needsSo baby please stay”

“First thing early Monday morningI'm gonna pack my tears awayGot no cause to look backI'm lookin' for me a better day”

“In the real world, he and I could never work. I kissed him just that much harder and pushed all thoughts of why this was wrong to the back of my mind and surrendered to all the reasons it felt right.”

“But the picking out, the choosing. Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind.”

“For the most basic assumption that dictated my early attempts to respond to creative music commentary was the mistaken belief that western journalists had some fundamental understanding of black creativity—or even western creativity—but this assumption was seriously in error.”