J

S

Stephanie says 
That she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, 
To people she hates now

-The Velvet Underground

B

She 
May be the face I can't forget 
The trace of pleasure or regret 
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay 
She 
May be the song that summer sings 
May be the chill that autumn brings 
May be a hundred different things 
Within the measure of a day

-Elvis Costello