I Grew Up Cursing A Lot. It

Some Of Us Will Never Ever Find True Love. Take, For Instance Me. And I'm Pretty Sure That Guy Right There. And That Lady With The Sideburns. And Basically Everybody At Table Nine.

Well, We're Living In A Material World, And I'm A Material Girl... Or Boy.

I Think I'm Playing Grown Up Because I Have Kids Now. But I Don't Feel Grown Up Yet.

If A Girl Breaks Up With Me, I Want Her To Just Die, Just Be Dead. Not 'cause I Hate Her So Much As It's Just Easier For When My Friends Go, 'hey, What Happened?' 'oh, She's Dead. I'd Still Be With Her, But She's Dead. What Can I Do? She Was Loving Me, But She's Dead.'

Wasted Is When You Have A Hankering For Ice Cream.