As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
Some hate broccoli, some hate bacon I hate having my picture taken. How can your family claim to love you And then demand a picture of you?
Home is heaven and orgies are vile, But I like an orgy, once in a while.
There is one fault that I must find With the twentieth century. And I'll put it in a couple of words; Too adventury. What I'd like would be some nice dull monotony If anyone's gotony.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision. '
Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow, But not everybody knows exactly how.
For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.
You're right. . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can
Well, I Am. . . I Said was a very difficult song, very difficult because I really had to spend a lot of time thinking about what I was before the song was written.
I buy five of the same shirts. I literally have six blue shirts. Now I have six green shirts.