If I Was Bound For Hell, Let

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.

I Took The Red Dress Down And Put It Against Myself. 'does It Make Me Look Intemperate And Unchaste?' I Said.

I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.

I Often Want To Cry. That Is The Only Advantage Women Have Over Men — At Least They Can Cry.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.