You Are What You Think About All

Who’ll Come Lie Down In The Dark With Me Belly To Belly And Knee To Knee Who’ll Look Into My Hooded Eye Who’ll Lie Down Under My Darkened Thigh?

Our Heads Are Round So Thought Can Change Direction

Democracy! Bah! When I Hear That I Reach For My Feather Boa!

How Sick I Am! That Thought Always Comes To Me With Horror. Is It This Strange For Everybody? But Such Fugitive Feelings Have Always Been My Metier.

America, I've Given You All And Now I'm Nothing.