I Just Hand Shoes On The Wall.

It's Not As If The Stories Merge To A Point Where You Think They Are Your Life, But You Do Let Them In The Front Door And The Back Door, And It's Okay That Sometimes Certain Characters Stay For Dinner.

Look, I'm Standing Naked Before You; Don't You Want More Than My Sex? I Can Scream As Loud As Your Last One, But I Can't Claim Innocence.

I Can't Believe That I Would Keep, Keep You From Flying And I Would Cry A Thousand More If That's What It Takes To Sail You Home.

I Don't Really Cook. There Are Caterers, And My Husband Cooks.

I Salute To You Commander And I Sneeze 'cause I Have Now An Allergy To Your Policies It Seems Where Have We Gone Wrong America? Mr. Lincoln We Can't Seem To Find You Anywhere Out Of The Millions From The Deserts To The Mountains Over Prairies To The Shores Is This Just The Madness Of King George Yo George Is This Just The Madness Of King George Yo George Well You Have The Whole Nation On All Fours.