It's Not To Much Fun To Know

Everybody Is Always Tugging At You. They'd All Like A Sort Of Chunk Out Of You. I Don' Think They Realize It, But It's Like 'grrr Do This, Grr Do That' But You Do Want To Stay Intact-intact And On Two Feet.

You Believe Lies So You Eventually Learn To Trust No One But Yourself.

Consider The Fellow. He Never Spends His Time Telling You About His Previous Night's Date. You Get The Idea He Has Eyes Only For You And Wouldn't Think Of Looking At Another Woman.

By Nature, I Suppose I Have A Languorous Disposition

It Stirs Up Envy, Fame Does.