The memory of the mirror A place where you can examine yourself, see how your arms are placed. You can laugh, and watch how your incisors become noticeable
Nothing can keep you down. Nothing can keep you dumb. Nothing can keep you marching. Nothing will keep you young. You talk about your life in sports
I'm here where I want to be Seven thousand miles from infinity No one knows where I am. It's quiet here with me I'm filling in the spaces where the killings
I've met a wonderful man, and I think we're going to have a beautiful relationship together. He followed me out of the bank the other day, and spontaneously
When I want to go inside, the door swings open The music starts up and a cool breeze guides me to my carriage To maneuver through this place None of
Being in love really sucks being in love really sucks being in love really sucks being in love sucks I met a boy and a boy met me and we got together
I am not a good man I am not a wife I do all I have to keep some pleasure in my life I am held by nothing and nothing keeps me warm Feel my way, I feel
That was given to me, stole that from my family That was given to me, I bought that, I bought that and I bought that. I bought that, that was given to
I need violent dying I need quiet time If you don't believe me as I slide in the sea ... It doesn't matter much to me. I lie down and I float nowhere
I'm knitting myself a hat and I'm sewing up a head to wear it on, and I'll never be this lonely again. I'm making myself some mittens, and I'm stitching
Oh my love, you are worth your weight in subway tokens. You are the crunch of tires in the snow and wheedling breath-tick of the engine when it starts
I?d like to apply for a job, yes, the job you have available My manner is most saleable, and I hope you?ll find me suitable for $5.15 an hour. I really
Girls, I know you will understand this, and feel the intrinsic, incredible emotion. You have just pulled over your head the worn, warm sweater belonging
I got heartache in my ribs just as big as the over-inflated head on your shoulders. So dramatic, baby. So glad we came dinner together to watch you throw
I was the Spelling Bee Queen of 1965, man. The principal hauled me out of the grade two team spelling bee, out into the hall, told me not to be such a
I dreamed I won the lottery in my Maidenform bra. And my husband said I should buy stocks and bonds And my kids said I should buy a boat and an amusement
pump, pump, blow the dump the steaming sewers take the chance that only chancy chicks would take and cakewalk home with icy brakes of spiky heels and
Yes, the clothes make the man. but the woman makes the clothes. so what does that make the woman?