It's A Mining Town In Lotus Land.

I Am Still A Little Afraid Of Missing Something If I Forget That, As My Father Snobbishly Suggested, And I Snobbishly Repeat, A Sense Of The Fundamental Decencies Is Parcelled Out Unequally At Birth.

Everywhere We Go And Move On And Change, Something's Lost--something's Left Behind. You Can't Ever Quite Repeat Anything, And I've Been So Yours, Here--

We All Must Try To Be Good.

And Will I Like Being Called A Jazz-baby? You Will Love It.

All I Think Of Ever Is That I Love You.