If You Believe You're A Poet, Then

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.

It Is A Great Feeling To Know That From A Window I Can Go To Books To Cans Of Beer To Past Loves. And From These Gather Enough Dream To Sneak Out A Back Door.

It's Just That I See Love As Odd As Wearing Shoes-- I Never Wanted To Marry A Girl Who Was Like My Mother And Ingrid Bergman Was Always Impossible

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.

My Father Went Into The Armed Service And I Never Saw My Mother - I Don't Know What Happened To Her.