“Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.”

Take the road where the eagle flies, man follows where his fortune lies.

Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone.

You might think you see a lucky man who made the grade.

The people I’m close to, and there aren’t many of them, have been close for a long time. And we know each other well enough to know it isn’t the quantity of time you spend together, it’s the quality.

I rise at the break of day, your smile sets me on my way.

Consummate talent and relentless passion – The Truth ain’t pretty…but it rocks like crazy!

I still do Juvederm for my lips. I go to Dr. Ourian in Beverly Hills. He’s the best, and he’s super natural about it.

I don’t want my fans to think they have to get lip fillers or look like me in any way.

Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.

With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.

Lips are kind of like my thing, and I’ve always been obsessed with lipstick and lip liner. I just always went to lip liner to overline my lips, and I feel like I was really known for that. I can’t walk out of my house without my lipstick!

Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, – these are love’s pretty ingredients for a kiss.

A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.