I Could Have Danced All Night!

Mud Can Make You Prisoner And The Plains Can Make You Dry. Snow Can Burn Your Eyes But Only People Make You Cry.

Lots Of Cosy Sky That God And I Can Share. I Need Air. I Need Air.

Why Can't A Woman Be More Like A Man? Men Are So Honest, So Thoroughly Square; Eternally Noble, Historically Fair; Who, When You Win, Will Always Give Your Back A Pat. Why Can't A Woman Be Like That?

Don't Let It Be Forgot, That Once There Was A Spot, For One Brief Shining Moment, That Was Known As Camelot.

It's Not A Pretty Face, I Grant You. But Underneath Its Flabby Exterior Is An Enormous Lack Of Character.